Crossposts:

http://some-stars.livejournal.com/2250851.html

Today while reading Les Miserables, I found myself looking up and having the sudden realization that Victor Hugo wrote other things. He wrote some stuff, and then he wrote a 1900 page novel, and then he wrote other stuff. Somehow this just boggles my mind too much to cope with. Like, I can see something like Les Mis being the sum of your life's work, but just tossing it off and then moving on is beyond my comprehension. Possibly this is easier to understand for people who can write more than 500 words in a sitting without collapsing in terror.

Progress: I am now 1/3 of the way through; I've just reached the convent. Then I had to take a break to read some fic and then peruse the kinkmeme while letting out happy little sighs, not at the quality of the contents but just at fandom, you are so charmingly consistent and I do adore you.