Legion Wrote:Yeah, read it. It was in high school, but it wasn't for a class or anything. Anytime the teachers would assign books to be read and reported on they would just ask me for a report knowing I had already read whatever it was on my own. Thats how I ended up sitting up at the teachers desk in most of my classes joking around while everybody else worked. I'd even go out to the local convenience store with one of them on coffee runs, or he would just bring me a coffee.
I wasn't a nerd of Potsy-like proportions or anything. I just loved to read.
And you're so very right about the size of that book. The my ex and I watched the latest film adaptation of The Count of Monte Cristo and she said she would like to read the book. Next time we were in a book store I showed it to her and laughed.
She didn't buy it.
Funny, one of the main reasons I took two years of French in high school was so I could read Dumas in the original. Started with the Classics Comics version of
The Three Musketeers, read an abridged version for "young adults" then an unabridged translation. I wanted the original. While studying French, I read every other Dumas translation I could find. Once I felt I was good enough at reading French (I never got good at speaking it) I tracked down a lot of copies of the original texts. (This was in New Hampshire, which had a fairly large percentage of Francophones in the population).
My French teacher died a couple of years ago. I hadn't seen him since I was home on leave from the USAF in 1977, but we exchanged a fair amount of email after he tracked me down in the late 90s. He and I were the only two real science fiction readers at Laconia High School (there were a few Trekkies). We loaned each other books all the time (and returned them).