okay before you say anything- ik its terribly excruciating and arduous to read a gazillion pages about how a certain fella cant go to sleep properly, but STICK WITH IT TRUST ME. Reading Proust is like having an extremely sugary tart. Yes too much of it can be sickening and nauseating, but yet you’ll still crave for it for some reason (just realised im only speaking on behalf of my fellow sweet toothed people, but hopefully u get my point lol). Yes, you won’t remember the start of every sentence and you will be baffled by what the guy’s trying to say at times, but he’ll still lure u in, cuz he’ll remind u why u fell in love with literature in the first place.
