This week I only managed another 50 pages for the complete opposite reason as last week's zero pages. I skipped 'War and Peace' in order to dig myself out of a reading rut, and as I result I delved into a half-dozen new books in an attempt to find something compelling, and it (fortunately or unfortunately?) worked. The goal of reading a gigantic book was not to become the focus of my reading, so I'm not beating myself up over it, but momentum is important with an undertaking like this, and I'm already itching a bit to finish it and start thinking about my next enormous book.

Sadly, now that my pace has slowed, the events of the novel are finally at the place I've been waiting for -- the titular "peace" portion. I don't remember enough about Napoleonic history to know how long this peace is going to last, but in the meantime every character is getting into all kinds of Tolstoyian intrigue; I'm going to attempt to make up for some lost time by really focusing on War and Peace for the next week, and I'm really desperate for Natasha's inevitable marriage proposals to start rolling in.