I bought my copy of Proust's "Remembrance of Things Past" (or more appropriately "In Search of Lost Time") back in the summer of (April) 2007.
A la recherce du temps perdu was my college graduation gift to myself, and I was very proud to own it in it's entirety. Now almost three years later I've only managed to finish the first two books: Swann's Way and Within A Budding Grove.
I believe that there are books that you get to appreciate more as you get older. Handling those massive tomes during those days was a bit of a daunting task physically and mentally for me. I found myself lost in Proust's long and meandering sentences...
But surprisingly I found the humor of it to be delightful, and as I went on I found that the rich passages were a thing to be savored.
*Note on my edition
I am reading the old C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin translation.
It is the one published by Vintage Books in 3 Volumes with the black on silver art nouveau covers.
my thoughts and impressions as i read through Marcel Proust's novel "In Search of Lost Time"