I promised myself that this year I would read classics. Started with The Great Gatsby (which I loved mostly due to its fast pace, and the way the characters linked to each other) and just finished The Age of Innocence.
For a book that won the Pulitzer I wasn't expecting such lukewarmness. All the way through it seemed like nothing essential was happening, even though the relationships between the characters were shifting - but still it was too platonical for my taste. And the ways of old New York's upperclass families were too superficial to empathise with them. I didn't dislike the book but I kept expecting that something happened untill the last page and that moment never really came.
Granny Weatherwax: 'You've got to think headology, see? Not muck about with all this beauty and wealth business. That's not important.'
