Sometimes I think I'm really arrogant and that's why I read really long, old books. And that would be correct. But that's not the only reason. I am in the last hundred pages of the 1000 page tome that is War and Peace. I find myself laughing aloud on almost every page at Tolstoy's ironic sense of humour and subtle wording. I want to quote lines from it but then I realize that giving context would mean the whole book. I am so affectionate towards characters that I remember fiercely hating 2 months ago. My mind is blown by the fact that each character has a unique journey and totally different personality and level of intelligence and ambition. Each marriage functions in a different way and is good or bad for different reasons. And each death is poignant and devastating or jubilantly satisfying in its own way. All the characters change in the 14 years the book covers, but each remains themselves. I am completely convinced of Tolstoy's opinion on wars and history, which I'll never write about because I would have to rewrite that already written book to explain.
So I don't just read it so I can say I did. Although that's what I was doing for the first 68%. To form an allegory in the Tolstoyan way: [I worked on this for a long time but his allegories are really inimitable.]
Every page was worth it. I'm glad of every page I have left.
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