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3.85 AVERAGE
3.85 AVERAGE
This is such a sad and lyrical book. The writing is marvelous and it does a beautiful job of showcasing different types of people and morality and one of the most complex "villains" I have ever read. If isn't flawless but it is a beautiful book.
adventurous
dark
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
informative
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Loveable characters:
Complicated
dark
mysterious
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Thousand Popes! I remember March 13, 2013. Where might I have been? Oh, I was working at the copper mine for a contractor, the first labor experience that I had; I rly loved living there with dad, getting my hands dirty and my feet wet, waking up at 6:00 AM, commuting a half hour on old country roads, to park in this large dirt lot, get on a bus and go to the worksite. My commutes were full of, say, music! I was nothing but a laborer. I came home to play on my computer, and Pope Francis was being elected. Dad watched a lot of news, and a little Stephen Colbert… So I remember smoke on television, the Vatican’s top people privately electing the new Sheriff. & the rest is…
“Hurray for gay life! I am a real madman!”
I’m still attached to Esmeralda. She faded from my life, irrevocably, never to be heard from. Yet, those years of innocence I cherish for the no less truest friend I made. That is to say, on the computer. Way back, before cellphones, before Facebook, even. I stake a claim on having been active in the community longer than a great deal of people, a percentage of folks that can’t remember Xanga, Gaiaonline, Deviantart, &tc. This was exciting back then. Doing it all by phone is dull, frivolous, its like just absorption of the self, doom scrolling and swiping and barely any coding, personalizing, there’s hardly even active discussion boards to be found! The 90s are dead in the water, but I’ve actually a slight phobia of 90’s music. High School movies cringe me out.
“Everyone knows that great wealth is not acquired by letters, and that the most accomplished writers have not always a warm hearth in winter time.”
Victor Hugo was one of those authors, you read 1 (One) of his books. Then there’s only one more to read. & I ofc read Les Miserables, and sang in the choir. ‘Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise!’ How is the time since, like carving a boat from a soap bar, whittling out slivers of memories, the Disney movie is nostalgic, just remembering the time they threw tomatoes at Quasimodo. & The Anthony Hopkins flick weren’t too bad. As for the book, you might like to read about it yourself. Quite, eh, Hamartic.
“Hurray for gay life! I am a real madman!”
I’m still attached to Esmeralda. She faded from my life, irrevocably, never to be heard from. Yet, those years of innocence I cherish for the no less truest friend I made. That is to say, on the computer. Way back, before cellphones, before Facebook, even. I stake a claim on having been active in the community longer than a great deal of people, a percentage of folks that can’t remember Xanga, Gaiaonline, Deviantart, &tc. This was exciting back then. Doing it all by phone is dull, frivolous, its like just absorption of the self, doom scrolling and swiping and barely any coding, personalizing, there’s hardly even active discussion boards to be found! The 90s are dead in the water, but I’ve actually a slight phobia of 90’s music. High School movies cringe me out.
“Everyone knows that great wealth is not acquired by letters, and that the most accomplished writers have not always a warm hearth in winter time.”
Victor Hugo was one of those authors, you read 1 (One) of his books. Then there’s only one more to read. & I ofc read Les Miserables, and sang in the choir. ‘Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise!’ How is the time since, like carving a boat from a soap bar, whittling out slivers of memories, the Disney movie is nostalgic, just remembering the time they threw tomatoes at Quasimodo. & The Anthony Hopkins flick weren’t too bad. As for the book, you might like to read about it yourself. Quite, eh, Hamartic.
What can I say? Within the first few pages I'd thought that I had fallen in love with the book, when in fact it was only Hugo's style of writing that'd caught me. Even then I realized that this is not truly his writing, that it had been translated and abridged from the original French text. He makes me want to go study French and Latin, and read his work all over again.
It was going good until La Esmeralda fell in the one of the most senseless loves I've ever come across in a book. From then on it went downhill and eventually evened out in the depths of a strange darkness. The hunchback and eventual reunion with mother and daughter were the only guidance.
Scarce was the philosophy, which personally surprised me. If I were to read this again, or the unabridged version, it would be solely for Hugo's writing, and perhaps to sympathize with the lovely bellringer.
It was going good until La Esmeralda fell in the one of the most senseless loves I've ever come across in a book. From then on it went downhill and eventually evened out in the depths of a strange darkness. The hunchback and eventual reunion with mother and daughter were the only guidance.
Scarce was the philosophy, which personally surprised me. If I were to read this again, or the unabridged version, it would be solely for Hugo's writing, and perhaps to sympathize with the lovely bellringer.
This is incredibly slow starting, with so many descriptions of Parisian architecture and theorizing on architecture in general. But once the plot really kicks in, it's a big shift--there's tons of melodrama and pathos, with some great set pieces. The characters are vivid, with Frollo in particular being quite complex. This isn't anywhere near the level of Les Miserables for me, but the second half grabbed me.