" Oblomov is a book about a man who does nothing; who gives in to that ever present temptation to just laze about all day. And yet, what an interesting time for me to read it. I read it in a short little break I have between one busy week and another. I even tried to hurry through the novel as if to start the next busy week early. And yet, I could easily have read this a year and a few months ago, during a lazy summer. To think that its caution again this laze, the Oblomovian blight, fell upon deaf ears where if the timing were a little different, it would have resonated within me. In the end, funny how sometimes context makes the book. "
— Connor, 1/31/2014