I read the book by Victor Hugo. I went to the movie theater the day the film was released, crying my eyes out alongside the other audience members when Anne Hathaway’s Fontaine sang “I Dreamed A Dream” and when Valjean ascended into heaven. I bought an iTunes card and greedily downloaded all of the songs. I bought the DVD, and I am certain my replay button will be broken soon.
This obsession has seered the songs, scenes, and words into my mind. My constant humming, whistling, and singing is wearing on the nerves of my friends and family. Despite irritating others, I cannot seem to stop!
But who could not love Hugo’s literary masterpiece turned musical turned movie? I will not apologize for being another zealous fan of this ingenious work. Put that on the record!