I wrote back in March about Les Miserables and I said I would like to read it before I check out. Well, I’m doing it. Been at it for about a month. I was going to time it so I would finish just before the movie came out but that’s not going to happen. I’m almost half way through. It’s a big book, 1285 pages in my e-book version. I guess back when it was first published people expected books of that size. What’s amazing about it is that it’s not hard to read. It’s fascinating. When there are that many pages you get to know the characters intimately. I read one of Ken Follett‘s door stop books and came away not really feeling like I knew the characters. Kind of cardboard. Know what I mean?
I don’t know what I was expecting when I started the book. Maybe a little dull, dry, dated. An exercise in discipline to get through it. None of that. The book has me in it’s grip. Victor Hugo wrote one for the ages. There’s lots of history in it that I may not have a firm grip on. There are references to historical people and events that go right over my head. But that’s alright. It’s about people and people haven’t changed. Fear, anger, terror, sadness, loss. Joy. Love. It’s all in there.
I am looking forward to the movie. I’ll make a complete fool of myself and cry like a baby. But that’s alright too. We’re trying to go through our Christmas movies. We watched Miracle on 34th Street and I teared up at the end. We watched It’s a Wonderful Life and I cried. Kind of makes you mad, you know? Watch it every year. Know what’s coming but it still gets me. Darn it Jimmy Stewart, you did it to me again.