The Idiot
I started reading Fyodor Dostoevsky's
The Idiot last night. I received the book for Christmas, as it was on my
wishlist. It is a Barnes and Noble Classics edition. I really like the B&N Hardcover editions, they are attractive books and are very reasonably priced. I usually take the dust jacket off when I am reading the book, especially if it has some sort of portrait of the character. Better to let your own mind envision the characters!

Last year I read
Anna Karenina and
The Brothers Karamazov and thoroughly enjoyed them both. I am only a little ways into
The Idiot and it looks to hold the same enjoyment. There is something about these two writers that is captivating. I tend to talk about how much I like Russian literature, but really I have only read Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. There is something about the Russian culture that is enchanting and dark at the same time. I tried to explain to my wife why I liked the books so much, and all I could think of was that it was like watching a train wreck (so cliche, I know). The amount of tension in these books is incredible, you never know when someone is going to destroy themselves, and yet you fall for these characters.
Anyways, it's nice to read some fiction right now, and I tend to move through these books a lot quicker. Reading
The Idiot has made me want to go back and re-read
Anna Karenina again. It was probably one of the best books that I read last year. There's so many books to read though, I would feel bad re-reading it when I have so much sitting on my shelf!