For a book that gets such rave reviews, I am not raving yet. Who exactly decided that Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment
should be a classic? Huge error in judgment in my opinion, but what do I know? I spend 40% of my time online looking at pictures of puppies
… so yea, not really one to judge.
But I really, honestly, cannot for the life of me get through this book. CANNOT. It’s been weeks and I’m at a pitiful 26% of completion. For some reason I assumed that Crime and Punishment would be similar to Lolita, swapping pedophilia for murder. I didn’t think I was going to enjoy reading a book centered on pedophilia, and I was wrong; I was hoping to be wrong again about murder.
So far, to my immense disappointment, being inside the head of a murderer has not been quite as enjoyable as I would have hoped. In fact, it’s been downright creepy and disturbing, and has sent me running at full speed into the arms of feel-good favorites, Like Water for Chocolate, 84, Charing Cross Road and Tuesdays with Morrie. Perhaps I will take this as a sign of my sanity and likely low-scoring murder-tendency behavior.