I finished Les Miserables today.
Cried through the last three pages. So that must mean something. But, truth be told, I've never skimmed through so much of a book. Jean Valjean's story was worth reading, and the only reason I didn't give up. Plus, I had to see if all the "tangents" came together somehow in the end. They didn't. (At least for me, they didn't. If I strain myself, I can see the big picture Hugo was trying to paint.) But I enjoyed the main story. And now I have more reason to see the musical.