A review by neychur
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo

3.0

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.