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We have finally come to the end of 2020. I managed to average 11 books a month in this crazy year. I finished with a play. This year I discovered the writing of Anton Chekhov, and he was brilliant, ahead of his time. Uncle Vanya has love triangles and even squares and characters discussing that the destruction of the world will come from hatred of people rather than war. He even touched on man’s destruction of the forests. Few thought of these things in the 1880s and yet there Chekhov was 140 years ago heeding is a warning. Perhaps we should have listened to him as it would have minimized the mess we are in today. Hopefully, the world can produce more people like Anton Chekhov. And that, my goodreads friends, ends my 2020 reading. I will be finishing up my exploration of Chekhov’s work in 2021, which is bound to be a better year than this.

4 stars 🇷🇺