Spoiler Warning.
Alexandre Dumas' The Three Musketeers was on my to-read list for a long time before I saw a modern, lauded translation on the shelf with a pretty attractive cover and just had to pick it up. (The translator's name is Richard Pevear, if anyone's interested.)
This was an awesome read. One of the problems with being a voracious reader is that you're always thinking about the next book, and sometimes at the expense of the one you're on. Not this time. From beginning to end, I was completely caught up in the story and the only reason I was in a "rush" to finish it was because I wanted to know what happened. And what happened was pretty darn breathtaking. The whole last three chapters or so (Milady's execution) took me completely off-guard; I was so unprepared to have that happen to her that it was almost horrifying in its ritualism. Despite everything she did, and no matter how much she may have deserved it, I couldn't help feeling slightly sympathetic. As you can probably tell, although I knew of the book and its reputation, I knew nothing of the plot--a real advantage, I think.
I can't wait to read The Count of Monte Cristo! (Not to mention the rest of the D'Artagnan Romances.)
Alexandre Dumas' The Three Musketeers was on my to-read list for a long time before I saw a modern, lauded translation on the shelf with a pretty attractive cover and just had to pick it up. (The translator's name is Richard Pevear, if anyone's interested.)
This was an awesome read. One of the problems with being a voracious reader is that you're always thinking about the next book, and sometimes at the expense of the one you're on. Not this time. From beginning to end, I was completely caught up in the story and the only reason I was in a "rush" to finish it was because I wanted to know what happened. And what happened was pretty darn breathtaking. The whole last three chapters or so (Milady's execution) took me completely off-guard; I was so unprepared to have that happen to her that it was almost horrifying in its ritualism. Despite everything she did, and no matter how much she may have deserved it, I couldn't help feeling slightly sympathetic. As you can probably tell, although I knew of the book and its reputation, I knew nothing of the plot--a real advantage, I think.
I can't wait to read The Count of Monte Cristo! (Not to mention the rest of the D'Artagnan Romances.)
