"Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed whole nights asking himself: 'What has Cosette in her mind?' and in thinking of the things that she might be thinking about."
I'm so relieved that dads in 1863 were having the same worries about their teenage daughters as I have about mine today.
Jean Valjean, I feel your pain!
72% you say? Almost done you say? Nope. 72% of 1400 means I've finally crossed the 1,000 page mark, but I still have about 400 pages to go.
I have faith there is light at the end of the tunnel...but I can't see it just yet.