a thing i love about reading classics is how vehemently conveyed all feeling & inner dialogue is. he was not just ‘shaken’, no, ‘thus it was his agony began as slight regret; sleepless nights and lovely days must intensify it into a frenzy that consumed him-
people are too obsessed with instant gratification now, in the last month alone i've seen people complain about jane austen having too many side characters and themes and dostoevsky taking too long with character development and donna tartt having too much to say in long chapters
feel like i was hit by a car and then taken to the hospital and got shot by the doctor and then pushed off the cliff next to the hospital into the ocean and then saved from the water by a bystander and suffocated in the sand, five out of five stars
oh wow this cover HAS to have been done by the same guy who did the roots of chaos books and the adventures of amina al-sirafi right??? what a distinctive style
