This is me, waving my white flag, and saying, “I give up!!!”
With a new Les Miserables movie coming out this Christmas, Jim enthusiastically recommended that I read the book first. Ridiculously long books don’t scare me. Ridiculously long books–when the adverb is added because the author is absurdly long-winded, however, do succeed in getting under my skin. Blah, blah blah, blah blah!!
I kept wanting to shout to the author, “Get back to the interesting part! The part where I’m so enraptured by your story that I end up staying up way too late just to read the darn thing. Please?” But alas, Victor Hugo, long in his grave, believes the reader needs to know every smidgeon of historical detail related to every last character, every last location where the book takes place, and every last political issue that ever surfaced in France as long as he (the author) was alive. Way to take a great story and make it drag on, Victor.
My Kindle says I survived 67% of the book, which I liken to running a marathon and realizing at mile 18 that while you love running, this really isn’t worth it. I will happily pay the $7.50 to sit in the movie theater so I can avoid the author’s verbosity.