But look how beautiful they are!!!!!!!!
I got these babies from my absolute fave second-hand bookshop in London. Look, you can even see the old pricing:
**Paroxysms of delight**
Here’s how I post-rationalised this purchase to myself.
First of all, I was off sick with horrible food poisoning last week, and while I was keeling and cramping and wailing all over the place I had some time to myself. Mr Shelf was at work and I couldn’t do much – I was too tired and befuddled even to read – so obviously, that meant a complete and thorough audit of the contents of Netflix.
(As an aside, if you are poorly I would highly recommend ‘Life’ with David Attenborough. Something about his dulcet tones convinced me that things would be alright, and I would be able to consume foodstuffs other than beef consommé eventually).
On this journey through the archives of Netflix, I found the BBC adaptation of War and Peace. I’m a huge Paul Dano fan, so I thought I’d give it a go.
I was transfixed! Blown away! Completely sucked into the story. I thought: “one day I’ll have to read the book. But it’s enormous, so I’ll put it off to some future time.”
Enter the conveniently split two-volume edition found in my local bookshop.
“It’ll be easier, because it’s split into two,” I informed the kindly bookseller, without any prompting. “It’s really just like reading two average-sized novels now.”
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and then, as I was halfway out the door, said quietly to my back: “good luck.”
Well, it is a great, great work of literature. Unparalleled.
And I haven’t read much Russian fiction. And I’m sort of familiar with the story already which should help guide me through it.
The volumes are little and totally tube-friendly, and I could even take a little break in the middle to read something frothy.
And now I’ve told you all about it I’ll have to finish it or be greatly shamed.
Really it was a no-brainer and I absolutely should have bought it.