Several years ago, when I was young and in high school and lacked a fully-developed vocabulary, I stumbled upon Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo. It changed my life. I discovered words that online dictionaries didn't even post; watched the movies; hunted down various versions of soundtracks; traveled to Atlanta's Fabulous Fox Theater to experience the musical; and wandered the maze of fascinating hyper links that was the project of a college literature class. Not only did I transform my young reading repertoire, but I also found my Second Life calling.
Reisytal Aluveaux adores everything associated with Les Miserables; she even enjoys the pleasure of being a pseudo-francais professeur. In honor of that small class of geniuses who ask not whether they can pass but whether they will survive the boredom, the reigning academia surrendered a diploma to the ripe young seventeen-year-old. Last week she celebrated her tenth year teaching French literature to Parisians. Perhaps within the next ten years she'll finish another twenty Pulitzer-prized novels...
Without shame, I hereby declare my intention to incarnate my literary geek-ness. [This could be the start of some seriously felicitous flummery.]
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