One’s new particular chum, who I shall refer to henceforward as Adonis, seeks to improve his grasp of the English tongue by reading the ‘classics’. He chose this particular tome on the recommendation of the drunken harridan that is one’s own distaff parent. One read with him from a sense of solidarity, but rather wishes one hadn’t.
Overview: A man with a preposterous name thinks he is somebody he isn’t. There is a convict, and a madwoman who insists on wearing a motheaten wedding dress. And none of it makes any sense.
Adonis cried at some of the words this author put in the madwoman’s mouth. In particular this, which he quoted for day upon boring day: ‘I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.’
Myself, I am made of sterner stuff and found it difficult to understand why the ‘hero’ is so poor spirited as to put up with the treatment he receives at the hands of the icy Estella.
No, mes amis. This book is not for one. It is convoluted and confusing and it doesn’t even feature a decently happy ending.
One reluctantly awards it two stars for the sparkle of tears in Adonis’ cerulean blue eyes.