I guess it could be embarrassing for me to say that I hurried to finish Book 2. I should probably also be a little bit fazed by the fact that the text managed to stimulate some sort of emotion inside of me. In all honesty, I finished the last bit of this volume with an amount of enthusiasm that I've never felt about the novel before, and I'm not ashamed of it; I really am enjoying War and Peace!
Natasha and Prince Andrew's engagement finally breaks off when Natasha falls in deeply in love with Anatole in the span of three days. Pierre, Prince Andrew's half-brother, drops bomb after bomb and Natasha is finally told that Anatole is already married! Clearly, Natasha is devastated, but isn't it her own fault? She had the perfect marriage planned, and gave it all up for an infatuation. Talk about your indecisive teenager! On top of all that, I'm almost
positive that Pierre is falling for her. As he tries to comfort Natasha he tells her "If I were the handsomest man in the world and were free, I would this moment ask for your hand and love." That quote pretty much has affection written all over it!
Now that I'm not even afraid of the monstrous novel I feel even more motivated to finish. I'm so invested in the text that I don't even know how to describe it. It's almost like devouring a really good piece of cake: messy and rich, yet extremely satisfying.
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