The heat, that is.
The long hot summer is bearing down.
For moi, it begins in about a week and half when school finishes up.
Oh yeah baby!
School's out for summer!
The good thing about this year was that I had some time to read a few interesting books, mostly following topics from history class.
There was that book on US foreign policy that I didn't quite get through and Free At Last? a book on the civil rights movement that gave me a good insight to what went on in that era.
There were also those books on Japanese internment that opened my eyeballs to what really happened back then.
Well, I'm hoping to carry all this reading on during the summer so I stocked up on a book.
That's right.
A book:
That's right very large tome fans!
The gigantictus humungasaurus unabridgedicus version of The Count of Monte Cristo!
I read The Three Musketeers and enjoyed it and I wanted to read something else by Alexandre Dumas.
Seeing as how I'm part French.
Okay, not really.
About the French part.
As for The Count of Monte Cristo, I sort of knew what I was getting into when I ordered it, seeing as how I looked specifically for the unabridged version.
There are also a couple of different translations, I went with the one by Robin Buss.
I didn't really know what I was getting into until it arrived in the mail.
As in I didn't remember ordering a telephone book.
The book is huge, like wide, like many many pages wide.
Just how wide is it?
That's almost 2 1/4 inches of classic French literature!
A very large bundle of pure joyness!
Dumas(1802-1870) was a prolific writer who wrote tons of stuff!
Mostly to help pay off his bills.
As far as I can tell, the original story was written in 1844-45 and was serialized in a newspaper and then collected into a novel.
Thus, some older versions can be found in multiple volumes, not all in one fantastically long book.
Just how long is it?
Lemme see.
My vacation is about sixty days long so that means, well, I'll have to read like twenty pages a day!
That's twenty pages a day of action, adventure, romance and archaic French witticisms!
Boy, I'm not sure I can take it!
I may have to wear my heart rate monitor!
I hope my head doesn't explode.
