Novel & Cerita Anna Karenina Book Reviews

Song for chapter: Happier by Olivia Rodrigo *** Half the class was asleep by the time the movie ended, some on their phones and some, like me, quite intrigued. The movie wasn't what I expected. However, even though the ending had me angry, I could say I enjoyed it thoroughly. I could also tell why Ms Fletcher chose this film to 'teach' us about feelings and behaviours. The movie was emotionally frustrating, yet you could understand the lead characters completely. Anna Karenina, a Russian minister's wife and mother of a beautiful little boy, finds herself in an affair with a cavalry officer, Count Vronsky. He was undoubtedly a catch indeed, and I don't blame Anna for falling in love with him.

All they did was to chat and talk on phone for hours, telling each other how much they are in love. Visiting Rex was never the issue but he insisted on a *No.* and that left her with no choice. Outside, she sat on a chair enjoying the day with a wine, the book 'My prince charming; His secret angel.' by Ariana's library, lighten her mood more. She sure loves the book. "Ohh poor Karen...." She uttered sadly turning each pages in amusement. Just like the book, the girl wanted her prince charming to remember her, her forever love..... And, Bonnie actually relate!

He remained quiet for a while until he decided to speak first. “It was a good book. You write well,” he complimented. He read it. She was so emotional in that book, she felt so exposed… so naked, with her emotions read by him. He read her rage, her pain, her agony in that book, and he also read her joy, her ecstasy of their every intercourse, and her happiness of having Anna. “Thanks,” she coldly replied, the cold night kissing both their skins. “I’ve read how your character went back to New York and lived the rest of her life in peace there. Why don’t you?”

The only connection that I had with life and my existence on earth was pain. I felt numb without the pain, felt nothingness, at least the pain made me feel like something, it made me feel a little, like other humans. Without the pain, I was totally detached from reality, totally removed from the realm where normal people lived. He took a copy of the book he had been reading and turned the back page to write something. It was a copy of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A modernist novel that we were currently reading. His copy wasn’t brand new, it had dog pages, had been read over and over again. With some lines underlined.

Anastasia just nodded and dismisses her. Sighing in defeat, she force herself to placed down the book for awhile. She was reading that book for almost three days. The title of the book is 'Belladonna'. As a reader and as a critic, she can say that the book was really good–no, it was incredible. It was well-written and the story plot was very interesting. But sadly, she cant read it continuously specially that her chosen profession was very demanding. So she doesn't have a choice but to read it part by part.

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“She said it was the most she’d ever understood about who I was.” Nikolai was quiet for a moment. “How did that land?” he said. Anya thought about it. “Strangely,” she said. “Like — gratitude and grief at the same time. Grateful that she said it, that she received the book that way. And something that was almost grief, because it took the book. It took me writing three hundred and forty pages and sending them to her for her to understand something she could have known from simply — from simply talking to me.” She paused. “But then I thought: I wasn’t available to be known that way, before. I was managing the impression. So the book didn’t just communicate something she hadn’t understood. It

It was Anna. His Anna. ******* A/N Why aren’t there any review on this book? Please leave a review and help this book grow. This author is pleading. Love you always. Xoxo

Bookshelves that stretch up high above me welcome me as I step inside, followed by the smell of old paper and ink. I head over to the literature section at the back of the library and scan through the lines of Russian and English classics. My fingers trail over the spine of one of the books that's been on my TBR for a while now. It's a well-worn copy of Anna Karenina. Oddly enough, the book looks like a new edition, and my fingers grip the edges, ready to pull. What the..... I don't expect what happens next to happen. In fact, it's the last thing I expect to see. The entire bookshelf shifts slightly, followed by a soft click that echoes through the silent library.

There were not much dust alongside the shelves which meant Anton did care about them. “You told me you are a fan of Dostoevsky and Tolstoy right? I went here the other day and found this.” He pulled out the first edition, hard cover print of Anna Karenina in three volumes, three books completed with the cards and everything. It was wrapped in a protective box to shield it. When Ana saw it, her eyes widened.