An Old Friend

I am going to bed with an old friend tonight. I've spent only a brief amount of time with him, but it was memorable. Those were the happiest 2.5 weeks of 2005. I couldn't get enough of him. He is dark, handsome, mysterious, romantic, tragic, worldly, brave, cunning and dashing. He told me stories of France, stories of an island, stories of Italy, stories of the Middle East. He told me how some jealous acquaintences betrayed him and he was sent to prison as an innocent man. When he escaped, he discovered a vast amount of money hidden, told to him by a dying priest. He purchased a new life with it, one of nobility and class. He returned to his home and took his revenge on those who plotted against him and toyed with the woman he once loved, but was now married to one of his betrayors. He played games with men of rank, men who ensured his "death." By the time he was done with them, they were a shadow of their former glory. His name is Edmond Dantes, but more commonly known as the Count of Monte Cristo.

Yes, I purchased my second copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" and I plan on diving in as far as I can tonight (my first copy was loaned to an ex-coworker, so I doubt I'll see it again). I was so involved in the story that I was upset to finish it. I realized there wasn't really anything new I wanted to read, so I bought "The Count..." I will be happy again for the next few weeks.

And yes, it is the unabridged version.

(sigh of happiness)

I'm such a nerd.

Cheers!