I finally finished reading
. Here's my formal review: I loved it (though Hugo--and therefore his audience--would have benefited from an editor).
I compiled a smallish list of some of my favorite Hugo quotes from it. Some of the lines were so powerful.
“For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.”
“Do not forget, do not ever forget, that you have promised me to use the money to make yourself an honest man.'
Valjean, who did not recall having made any promise, was silent. The bishop had spoken the words slowly and deliberately. He concluded with a solemn emphasis:
Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to what is evil but to what is good. I have bought your soul to save it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God.”
“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.”
Just a few more, I promise. Feel free to skip on the mindless stuff below. It's Friday. I won't blame you.
“We must never fear robbers or murderers. They are dangers from outside, small dangers. It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, vice the real murderer. Why should we be troubled by a threat to our person or our pocket? What we have to beware of is the threat to our souls'.”
“He said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being." --Jean Valjean about Cossette
"That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.”
"I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself."
After we finished the book, my book club hosted a French dinner and watched the movie,
Every time I hear this song, I weep. So, so beautiful. This is a parent's song.
Am I the last person in America to have seen this? I laugh out loud every time I watch this video. This little girl has heard someone say this to her.
My sister, Sarah, left this quote in response to
. I'm thinking of having it tattooed.
"Human life itself may be almost pure chaos, but the work of the artist is to take these handfuls of confusion and disparate things, things that seem to be irreconcilable, and put them together in a frame to give them some kind of shape and meaning."
Katherine Ann Porter.
Last weekend was Mary Bernadette's seventh birthday. As promised, John made a slide show for the birthday girl. It had captions but I don't know what happened to them. I claim the song choice. Love me some
Four of my children are playing soccer this Fall (and I won't bore you with details of managing four pairs of shin guards, soccer cleats, water bottles, practice times, and games...because I don't hate you that much). The Duggan kids have lots of gifts, but I don't know if any of them show any natural athletic genius. Last week, when I picked Patrick and Meaghan up from practice, they got in the van and Patrick announced,
"Ohhhhh! I'm so tired from all that
"Wait," I said, "Shouldn't you be tired from
Then I asked them how practice went and they both told me it was fine. I was waiting for an in-depth reprisal when Meaghan offered, "You know what? I really want to write a book."
Apparently all that time standing around on the field gave her an opportunity to kick around concepts for a novel.
I still think they look cute in their uniforms. And this is probably weird, but I enjoy watching my kids play sports. I like to see them having fun.
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