My Reads

I regret to announce that Fyodor Dostoevksy's The Idiot will be the last Russian novel I will ever read in my life.  While it was a fun read in spots, I do not have enough brain cells left to keep track of characters' multiple, radically different names.  Also, what is up with all that passive aggression?  Russians be crazy.

Next up: Chinua Achebe's Beloved Things Fall Apart.  I look forward to reading in the late afternoon sun on this gorgeous fall day.