Finished this too recently to be able to string together a coherent or insightful review, so here are my feelings.

Deeply affected by Prince Myshkin. He became so incredibly dear to me. So wise, so empathetic. Wholly good and pure. I am genuinely grateful to have been able to read about him. I feel a sort of reverence towards him and haven't really experienced anything like this before.

And god, his relationship with Nastasya:

I used to dream and dream-- and always imagining someone like you, kind, honest, good, and a bit stupid, that you would suddenly arrive and say: "you bear no guilt, Nastasya Filippovna, and I adore you!"

Nobody speak to me. I need to go lay down or something.