The First Fifty Pages

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I made a bet.

This bet was made with a friend of mine, Diana, and it went like this: If I read Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, in one semester, I win twenty bucks. If I don't finish it, she wins the money. We shook on it, both of us with a smirk on our faces, completely confident in our choices. Our teacher, Dr. Preston, watched the whole thing, and smiled. I don't know whose side he's on, but I sure hope it's mine. I walked out of the class, went off in search of the book, and began my mission.

Simple.

Easy.

Not really.

This book has 1,500 pages in it, and it was published in 1862. I couldn't find the book at the library, and had no time to look elsewhere. At first, I agreed to the bet just to prove that I could, because I hate when people tell me that I am not capable of doing something. I will go out of my way to prove you wrong.

So that's what I did.

I went home later that night, found an online version, and started reading. I missed cheer practice, didn't do my chores, and forgot about homework. This book somehow caught me from the first line. It is a really hard book to read, but its still interesting. The style of writing, the length of the book, and the difficulty level all reminded me of a book I read a couple years ago, titled: Wicked by Gregory Maguire. This book had me stuck, so I kept reading. It is so captivating, and I cannot wait to see where it goes!
                                                                                                                                          ~Dodadagohvi

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