It also tells an awfully good story, one that keeps you turning the pages to the very end. The very, very end – things weren’t wrapped up until the last page. It was this plot and story that kept me going until the end, not the characters. Nothing wrong with the characters, certainly. They were diverse and interesting, but mostly in it for themselves with little care for anyone else. Even the Count himself – formerly known as Edmond Dantès. And it was as Edmond Dantès that I fell in love with him a little in the first hundred pages. When he was thrown in prison, my heart broke for him and Mércèdes. But when he got out of prison, he was a totally different person, motivated by revenge, rather than sympathy or love. Therefore, he lost much of my sympathy.
Honestly, though, I couldn’t put the book down, despite all of that. The Count’s plans were so elaborate and fascinating that I just had to keep reading to see what would come of it all. And I wasn’t disappointed once.
All in all, I’m glad I tackled this monstrously long classic. Alexandre Dumas, you do know how to tell a good story.