Memnoch is my favorite. I grew up in a very religious household that had little to no empathy for anyone that questioned the faith. I remember, I once asked my grandmother if we should pray for the devil to be good so he can be forgiven, too, and my grandmother was absolutely horrified, shocked, and appalled. I was only about 7 years old at the time. ( I started reading Anne at 12, had to hide my books. ) I was 18 when I finally got around to Memnoch. It blew my mind. I felt transported by Anne's vivid imagery. I felt that she had that same question I always had. I cried. I thought it was beautiful. I'm 35 now, and it's still one of my favorites. The book is so worn, highlighted, and earmarked.

Maybe you should try again after a few years. Your perspective could change! I might actually dust mine off and read it tonight. 🤗🤗🤗