The lamp is on.
It's really tidy, and I feel comfortable lying relaxed in the bed. I've
got a sidetable with a cup of coffee. In my hands I feel the weight of a paperback
The Count of Monte Cristo.
The story of Edmond Dantès, self-styled Count of Monte Cristo, is told with consummate skill. The
victim of a miscarriage of justice, Dantès is fired by a desire for retribution
and empowered by a stroke of providence. In his campaign of vengeance, he becomes
an anonymous agent of fate.
This looks to be like an adventure. I love good old books. The story is from the 18th or
19th century?
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