I read Within a Budding Grove by Marcel Proust

Interestingly I feel like this one, while still very enjoyable, was a bit more sluggish than Swann's Way, maybe because structurally it has to take a step back from the more mature love affairs that the narrator details in the latter half. This volume, alternately, is devoted to a lot of adolescent first crushes and mishaps, to the compounding misunderstandings and miscommunications that eventually lead the narrator to lose interest in Gilberte, through to a summer holiday where a new possibility of romance comes from the introduction of Albertine and her group of friends. That's really all that happens here, though of course a lot of the meat is the implied dramas hidden in the actions of side characters like Madame Swann and the narrator's grandmother, as well as the philosophical reveries he's able to pull out of a fairly uneventful season in life.