I am seriously excited about this one. I feel like I should write an Oscar acceptance speech-esque post (I'd like to thank my parents for teaching me how to read, WMATA for single tracking and thus giving me a lot of unplanned time to read. . .)
Oh, RoTP, you nearly did me in, but I triumphed! I don't think that I can adequately convey the sense of immense relief I have for having finished this one, for having it behind me. The next longest one is only(!) 1,800 pages long, about half as long as RoTP. Finishing Proust's tome makes me believe this project is actually possible.
Was it worth it? Meh, hard to say. For me, yes. But would I recommend it? Probably not, unless you are stuck on a desert island or a submarine.
I could write about my thoughts on the novel, but I don't really feel like it. It's an overwhelming proposition, given how much there is to really talk about. I suppose that I could focus in on the character I was most intrigued by (Odette, no surprises there if you know me), or about the cork room (not actually relevant to RoTP exactly, but as the only person I've encountered who has read this book told me, it's kind of more interesting than RoTP), or about my own experience of involuntary memories (like the smell of this chapstick that suddenly reminded me of the time I took ice skating lessons; that was ill advised). However, I'm not really in the mood.
My poll on how to celebrate led to some interesting suggestions. Since I do like sort of poetic celebrations, I am attempting to find a madeleine cookie. Now, I know what you are thinking (honey, the last thing you need is to eat a cookie), but life is short.
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