By Fyodor Dostoevsky
I've read this book twice while in high school, and I liked it very much. I am always amazed how these stories are still relevant, even though they were written years and years ago, and in distant distant lands. I guess the human condition doesn't really change.
I've decided to read it again, since we left Tempe and its library, and this book was conveniently found in the pile of books before packing. I think I like the English version less, but that could be mostly because of my imperfect mastery of the language. But even so, I highly recommend reading book.
When I read it years ago I was very impressed by the dreams Raskolnikov had, especially the one with the poor horse. It didn't leave the same impression on me now, for some reason. Am I less sensitive now? I don't know.