Hey fellow readers,
Just wrapped up my latest read of Dostoevsky's 'White Nights', and this novella continues to be a real experience.
What stood out to me this time was the raw vulnerability of the unnamed narrator. It's almost painful to witness his descent into idealizing Nastenka, and how far removed his fantasy is from reality. Made me think a lot about how we sometimes construct entire worlds in our heads.
Anyone else have a deep connection with this one, or particular parts that stuck with you? Would love to hear your thoughts on this classic!
by Evortech