For the past three weeks I've been reading War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. Last night I finished. It was hard to put down and I'm a fast reader, but 1358 pages take awhile.
As much as I love reading, the thought of writing book reviews makes me cringe. I will report, though, that a fair amount of time was spent deciding which translation of the book to read. I finally chose Briggs' owing to my inability to read French*, and was overall pleased except for two glaring distractions: the British slang of the Russian soldiers, and the speech impediment given to Denisov.
I look forward to reading at least one more translation. Even after 1358 pages, I wasn't ready for it to end.
*Yes, it was written in Russian but it includes French dialogue, which some translations retain.
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I bragged on you this week for reading this. :o)
no war no peace~~~
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