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This is probably one of the most complete novels ever written about life. The moral compass is so distorted and fractured throughout the book that by the end, you are left with that which is simply human. Was Anna a monster or just a victim? Was Alexei an impotent weakling, or truly the personification of Christian love? Were Levin and Vronsky merely representations of destruction and creation within the same existence? Perhaps, or perhaps not, but the novel reaches into the depths of life and lays bare all that is grey.