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Are there any books that you had to seriously struggle with, but that were well worth the "work?" I mean mostly novels, but perhaps you've had this sort of experience with other works of fiction as well.
I've experienced this several times, but the first and most important example that comes to mind is The Gift by Nabokov. I read it three or four years ago. Normally I am a relatively fast reader, it's not rare for me to read more than one book a week, and I'd already read a few of Nabokov's books prior to my encounter with The Gift, but this one was something else. I swear it took me at least three or four months to finish that book, maybe more. I read it in an on and off fashion, and during the breaks I read at least a dozen other books, which Heaven knows I needed to "recharge" my brain. The Gift felt like about every other sentence was a riddle, and I kept having to go back just to be able to try and solve some parts.
It is one of the (admittedly many) books that I keep coming back to, though. Not my favourite by Nabokov, but definitely one of the best-written and most thought-provoking books I've ever read. Some parts are incredibly beautiful, some give me that "OMG so true!" feeling, and some are literally-laugh-aloud funny. There are several lines that I know more or less by heart. Plus, I like to cherish the foolish notion that all the hard work must have done my brain good.
Has anyone else had a similar experience that they can probably describe more coherently than I just did?
I've experienced this several times, but the first and most important example that comes to mind is The Gift by Nabokov. I read it three or four years ago. Normally I am a relatively fast reader, it's not rare for me to read more than one book a week, and I'd already read a few of Nabokov's books prior to my encounter with The Gift, but this one was something else. I swear it took me at least three or four months to finish that book, maybe more. I read it in an on and off fashion, and during the breaks I read at least a dozen other books, which Heaven knows I needed to "recharge" my brain. The Gift felt like about every other sentence was a riddle, and I kept having to go back just to be able to try and solve some parts.
It is one of the (admittedly many) books that I keep coming back to, though. Not my favourite by Nabokov, but definitely one of the best-written and most thought-provoking books I've ever read. Some parts are incredibly beautiful, some give me that "OMG so true!" feeling, and some are literally-laugh-aloud funny. There are several lines that I know more or less by heart. Plus, I like to cherish the foolish notion that all the hard work must have done my brain good.
Has anyone else had a similar experience that they can probably describe more coherently than I just did?