I had to take a break; I had to take a break from reading The Hunchback. I told a co-worker today that I have had a new book sitting on my desk to read for the last three weeks--and I really wanted to read it. It's borrowed from the library, due this Saturday and I can't renew it. Furthermore I found out I was request #168 on the list to get it again. Since I try not to buy books I know I can rent from the library, I had to make an executive decision.
I'm letting the details of Parisian architecture in the later Medieval period rest for a couple days while I read Death Comes to Pemberley, (read more quickly and with a greater desire) a novel intertwining the supposed future lives of Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy from Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice with a murder that occurs within the creepy woodlands on their estate the eve of Lady Anne's Ball. I am a much happier reader at the moment, I must admit. I was becoming caked with mud trudging through the mire of copious details (no offence Hugo). I'm nearly a third of the way through the novel already, voraciously absorbing the Georgian period details I love to learn about.
Just for the fun of it, let's remember the famous lake scene from the 1995 miniseries (that never happened in the book but that skyrocketed Colin Firth's career).
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