“White Nights, and Other Stories” is Dostoevsky in his early, extra-feels-y era: lonely dreamers, chance encounters, awkward conversations that somehow punch you right in the heart, and the kind of hope that shows up at 2 a.m. when you’re overthinking everything. These stories are short, bingeable, and weirdly modern—like texting anxiety, but with streetlamps and old coats. You should read it if you like romantic melancholy, sharp psychology, and characters who are walking emotional weather systems. It’s tender, funny in a dark way, and dangerously relatable.