I don't usually do it, but I did read a bit from the back of the book on this one but I felt that it was a bit misleading, once I got into the book:
In 1922, Count Alexander Rostov is deemed an unrepentant aristocrat by a Bolshevik tribunal, and is sentenced to house arrest in the Metropol, a grand hotel across the street from the Kremlin. Rostov, an indomitable man of erudition and wit, has never worked a day in his life, and must now live in an attic room while some of the most tumultuous decades in Russian history are unfolding outside the hotel’s doors. Unexpectedly, his reduced circumstances provide him entry into a much larger world of emotional discovery.
Brimming with humor, a glittering cast of characters, and one beautifully rendered scene after another, this singular novel casts a spell as it relates the count’s endeavor to gain a deeper understanding of what it means to be a man of purpose.
I thought it was going to be a story about a spoiled aristocrat that is put in his place. Kind of Scrooge-esque, I suppose. But no. He was a lovely human being from page one. And when they move him from his suite of rooms up to the attic, he takes that in stride. I can't type enough positive adjectives. Count Rostov is a classy, well-bred, charming aristocrat. I didn't want the story to end.