sometimes i can’t bear listening to the finale or finishing the brick because i feel empty at the end; it’s the emptiness i feel whenever something good has come to an end. yet at the same time, a part of me feels completed and whole, because to me, les misérables is and always will be my silver candlesticks.

cosette is my least favorite character in the musical; she’s so boring and one-dimensional. but when i read the brick, she became one of my favorites. her story has many more layers and i like that it doesn’t only focus on her love for marius.

one day, i was looking through itunes to come up with theme songs for the characters. as a result, i now have disco!enjolras singing “patria” to the tune of “maria” from west side story stuck in my head.

it annoys me when people hate on the musical because it’s not exactly like the book. it’s an adaptation of a 1000+ page novel, and it has to fit into three hours. what do you expect?

les mis is responsible for the best and worst things i’ve ever done for and to myself.

les misérables has become my favorite book, but i feel that i don’t understand it as well as i could because i just don’t have the context. and i can’t help but think that maybe doing this research would have been a much better thing to do in those combined history/english classes i had in high school than middle eastern and renaissance food festivals, filming commercials for a fake but painstakingly researched vacation package to japan, and coming up with vapid articles and crossword puzzles for a newspaper about yams. my humanities education was such a waste.

i believe in the zodiac. i think valjean would be a taurus, fantine would be a pisces, eponine would be a virgo, cosette would be a libra, and marius would be a capricorn; it suits them so much!

i like the hapgood brick translation because of how gavroche explains slang to the brats. “blaze the crib!”

people need to read the book before they judge cosette and marius. they talk for hours and are perfect soulmates before they even know each other’s names.

marius finding valjean’s handkerchief is probably one of the best parts of the brick.

i fervently believe that any fanfic that depicts the enjolras of the book as arrogant, distant, disdainful toward his friends, and prone to calling grantaire “winecask” has butchered his character beyond recognition.

i honestly felt a little bit cheated after reading “a few pages of history.” that was a lot more than just “a few” pages.

i’m still not entirely convinced that the whole champmathieu affair wasn’t an elaborate ruse set up by javert to trick valjean into outing himself.

because i never saw it in any of the characters, i never slash-shipped anyone, finding their platonic relationships much more interesting. now, after taking interest in the fandom, i feel as if i don’t belong.

when lily collins appeared on screen in “mirror, mirror”, i almost spit out my popcorn. i had never seen the actress before, but she fits my mental picture of cosette; her hair, eyes, skin, and everything else are exactly how i imagine her.