Q: What weighs 10,000 pounds and is trying to kill me?
A: Les Misérables.
OK, it's a weak riddle, I'll admit it. Nonetheless, I speak from the heart, I assure you. Here's what happened: I found a copy at a library sale for 50 cents. I started to read it, though I had my suspicions: Only 400 pages? That seems shorter than I imagined.
Which of course, segued immediately (or, you know, two or three days later) to: Oh wait! This copy is ABRIDGED.
Ohhhhh. Well there's no way I can countenance that, I decided. I'd better find myself a regular copy.
That was 500 pages ago. Friends, I don't know if I'm going to come out the other side. I may just wander around in there for the rest of my life. I fear I cannot find my way out. You read 300 pages and then there is a good line. And then there is a long, long description of why convents are barbaric.
Why am I reading it, do you ask? Well, I decided to. And, I feel like there must be something there. And…I don't know. I'm in the middle of the desert. It can't be that easy just to walk to the water fountain.
The nice thing is that the pile of books that awaits me seems more desirable with every passing piece of information about Paris. Maybe it will all be to the good?
Still and all, it's not easy going. Has anyone been to the other side? Is it beautiful there?