Well, this is probably going to be the only time that I get to combine the Beatles with Tolstoy . . .
And here’s another redundant chapter plotwise – but who would scrap it?
We get a great deal of food, an awesome balalaika recital, followed by dancing. I wish I was there, I don’t know about the rest of you.
I think also it’s unusual because I’m not sure that “uncle” or his house ever makes an appearance again in the book – but it’s such a memorable experience when it’s described.
I’m not sure how I was meant to read Natasha and Nikolai’s conversation on the way home. I’m not sure if they’re getting rather more attached than brother or sister, or whether they’re just realising how close they are as siblings. I think you can read it either way. What’s interesting is that Natasha is trying not to think too much about Andrei being away and just focusing on the moment.
And so should you, gentle reader. If you’re getting a bit sick of all this wolf hunting, guitar-playing and what not – it might be worth remembering what I said right back at the beginning – don’t worry about the plot here. Just enjoy the journey, take in the details. The more you take in the details, the more you’ll enjoy the book.
See you tomorrow.