I am so, so, so conflicted on this book. On one hand I think Tolstoy's writings is intricate and yet still flows smoothly, he's a master of showcasing human sociological behaviour through subtle techniques and he knows how to make realistic and morally complicated characters.

On the other hand, this book put me in a reading slump for about a fortnight, I DNF'd it once and then almost DNF'd it again, and ended up having to listen to the last 300 or so pages as an audio book because physically reading this felt like such a complete waste of my time.

I don't know, maybe I'm just annoyed because this book could have been 500 pages long, maybe I'm sick of reading about rich people from the 1800's who think their lives are profusely interesting, or maybe Tolstoy just needed to hire an editor that wasn't his wife. I'm glad I've read it (Actually eh, not really) but I think I'll stick to the other famous Russian classical authors from now on.