It's funny how illusions of grandeur can lead you to insanity. Or maybe it's the other way around? Some create conspiracies, others kill. They can't stand eachother and yet, they are so alike it's uncanny. I also wondered when and how love would be entwined in this story, as so far, Dostoyevsky spent a good chunk of book describing social interactions. Now I know. And I feel like my heart is broken. How is it, that the only one capable of glossing over social standing and expectations, is also the cause of such sorrow and pain?

Just arrived to the fifth part, and I was right. The twists and the turns and the surprises keep coming. I didn't know it was possible to describe psychological torture and sadism so vividly that it would put me right through it, along with the character. I feel like I just survived being crushed by a steamroller.

Now, this is a book that will make you question your own sanity. The plot and the twists and the recuring themes, all blend together so artfully. I can't wait to read what's next, but at the same time, I just want to linger in the pages. To savor the writing, the underlying messages and the depth of the characters. We're so close to the final outcome and yet, understanding the devious ways Dostoyevsky uses to keep us on the edge, I can't help but feel like I am still in for a few surprises.