Within a Budding Grove

Where does one start? During the last few weeks my reading has been disrupted by a burst water main, various home repairs, a bout of minor illness and of course by work. I started Within a Budding Grove during a long weekend where I thought I'd have uninterrupted time to enjoy it. I wasn't so fortunate. In fact there were times in which a week would pass and I wasn't able to read a single page. It's lucky then that Within a Budding Grove is a masterpiece. It's lucky that Proust is an extraordinary writer. Without the sheer quality of the book I'd have had to abandon it part way through (which I have done once before). As it was though each time I dipped into it I was refreshed by it. That sounds trite, but the truth sometimes is.