Just finished Anna Karenina, Im quite stumped.
This book was a spiritual experience, i didn't know i could relate with a writer and character (Levin) to this limit. I was going through quite the mental turmoil in my life for the better part of the past year and half and out of frustration penned out my thoughts and perspective on life, this was before reading the final chapters of the book and the epiphany that levin has towards love, empathy, compassion and values was penned by me in a similar manner as levin. I burst out crying once i finished reading it, i never knew my troubles could be shared and voiced out in the manner as Tolstoy did, i'm supremely grateful that i read it and amped for whatever Tolstoy may divulge to me next.