Kiss Kill Marry
So, I’m over in Ireland now, but I figured I’d wrap my time up on here with my all time favourite French writer: Alexandre Dumas.
Yes, I realise everyone’s heard of The Three Musketeers, but there’s more to him than just that and The Man in the Iron Mask.
The Count of Monte Cristo is delightful read as well, and I’ll tell you why I love him so much.
My KISS: Pfft please. This isn’t even a contest, Athos (aka Count de La Fere). Here’s the thing though: it wouldn’t be a passionate kiss, I’d just want to kiss him on the cheek. He’s adorably good and decent.
Kill is gonna be a bit tricky if you haven’t read Mani In The Iron Mask yet, but ((SPOILERS)) it’s been out long enough (The original writing of The Three Musketeers was published in 1844, you’ve had plenty of damn time to read the books) you should know it anyway – The “FIRST” King Louis. That’s all I’m gonna say.
Marry? PFFT how could I not want to marry this one!!!! My choice will always ALWAYS be Porthos (aka Baron du Vallon de Bracieux de Pierrefonds). Gah I love that character so freaking much!!!
I don’t mention my mom much, as we didn’t live together most of my life, and she passed away several years ago without me even knowing. When I was young though, she did give me presents. She gave me the gift of writing, which I happily inherited from her, and her love of music. And her love of peanut butter and dill pickle sandwiches, but that’s a whole other conversation.
See, my mom LOVED Dumas. She quoted him more often than I quote Doctor Who. I know, that’s a lot, right? I’m so sorry.
She taught me of D’Artangan, Porthos, Athos, and Aermis , well before I could speak. She also taught me of Aurthur and his valiant Knights of the Round Table, and my first four cats were Blondie, D’Artangan, Percival, and Trystin. Someday, I shall have a guinea pig named Porthos. I have always reserved that name for a mini hippo, and I desperately want one because who doesn’t want a pig named Porthos??!?
Sorry, I’m not even talking about the books. Legit, just go read his stuff. He’s brilliant. I know he can be wordy, but get over it, and read all this words. LOVE HIM DAMMIT!!!!
I realise that I’m yet again, not actually giving anything about the books (you should know by now that I am staring out a window as I type this and not even looking at the words I’m making, let alone thinking about what my fingers are writing, and I know that it is the best way for me to write about these peoples’ works. The reasons WHY I love them so much have as much to do with them being excellent in my eyes, as they do about the actual words on the page/screen.
If I can give you anything as helpful tips of what to read this summer it is this:
Be brave. Be bold. Choose a completely NEW genre to read this summer. Pick something that excites you, which drives and fuels your passion for reading words. Make the conscious choice to visit strange new worlds, plunge to the bottom of the ocean, take up sword fighting and belly dancing and see what it’s like to live as a Pleb at the hands of a Roman aristocrat. Journey to the Centre of the Earth, walk outside the International Space Station, and delight your senses with something simple and fun and relaxing. Eat the words. Devour them. Let them barricade you from the crazy of the day, and let yourself FEEL and BREATHE new life into your body.