I’m reading A Gentleman In Moscow for an upcoming book club meeting. I’m just barely into it so I don’t have an opinion yet. Here’s how the story begins:
At half past six on the twenty-first of June 1922, when Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov was escorted through the gate of the Kremlin onto Red Square, it was glorious and cool. Drawing his shoulders back without breaking stride, the Count inhaled the air like one fresh from a swim. The sky was the very blue that the cupolas of St. Basil’s had been painted for. Their pinks, greens, and golds shimmered as if it were the sole purpose of a religion to cheer its Divinity. Even the Bolshevik girls conversing before the windows of the State Department Store seemed dressed to celebrate the last days of spring.
What do you think?
Would you keep reading?
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