Having read Alexander Dumas’ The Three Musketeers as a kid and absolutely loving it, it didn’t take long for me to pick up a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo, to escape into a world of adventure and heroism, tragedy and treasure, utter despair and vengeance, unfailing gratitude and generosity, of lost love and disguises, of fate and hope and more…
Dumas’ hero, Edmond Dantès is at the threshold of a perfect life. He is about to become the captain of a ship, engaged to a beautiful woman, Mercédès, the love of his life. He is admired by almost everyone who knows him. This perfect life, however, stirs up dangerous jealousy among some of Dantès’s so-called friends who
wrong him hence causing him to lose everything that he held dear. His one innocent act of delivering a letter, the contents of which are unknown to him, and the plotting of his enemies against him land him in a dungeon where he is to spend the rest of his days, till life itself betrays him. Thus thrown into such formidable conditions, he must face his fate alone with his wits, courage and an immense fortune put in his path he begins his journey to seek justice against those whose greed and evil ways cost him everything he ever had and so nearly made him lose his sanity and life.
From Edmond Dantès to the various faces that emerge as the story unfolds the reader gets to ride along with the sheer audacity of the Count, the unshakeable belief of the priest in a Just God, the generosity of the English Lord to the deserving, and the mysterious ways of Sindbad the Sailor.
In a single word: Enthralling.
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