I read Anna Karenina (1873–1877) by Leo Tolstoy several years ago. It is number 31 on the BBC book list. I spent many glorious afternoons sprawled on the couch with this large book resting on my stomach while my children napped and sunlight streamed through the windows. Nap time was reading time for me. But... Continue Reading →
Smashing One’s Face Against a Mirror: Lolita
I did it. I finally read Lolita (1955) by Vladimir Nabokov. If you’ve been aware of or following my attempts to read all of the books on the so-called BBC book list, then you know that I said I would read them all with the possible exception of Lolita, because the subject matter is so... Continue Reading →