I'm done with this book. I cannot explain why I always feel so bogged down trudging through Russia unexpectedly, though I am aware of the similarity of, you know, every other invasion of Russia ever.
This isn't war, precisely, but I just stopped caring once it stopped being as much of a mystery and started being a story about making contacts through my least favorite part of Russian history. Maybe this turns out phenomenally, but I can't bear picking up the book and reading about half a page and then not being able to continue after that. I promised myself that this year it was okay to say I was not going to finish stuff. I intend to hold myself to that promise.