The BBC's scrumptious but dumbed down (and sexed up) dramatization of 'War and Peace' has sent me back to Tolstoy's masterpiece of romance and intrigue set against the backdrop of Russia's battle against the expanding Napoleonic
empire.
It's many, many years since I read this novel, long before the internet came along to distract readers, so I'm wondering if I'll actually manage to finish it.
But the weather has turned wintery and reading a good book in front of the fire is certainly an appealing prospect (if I can keep away from Facebook).