S. Stormy

I love it and I hate it

I'm reading the book right now and came across the SADDEST quote: 

"It was harrowing to see the poor child, in winter, not yet six years old, shivering under the tatters of what was once a calico dress, sweeping the street before daylight with an enormous broom in her little red hands and tears in her large eyes.

In the neighborhood she was called the Lark. People like figurative names and were happy to give a nickname to this child, no larger than a bird, trembling, frightened, and shivering, first to wake every morning in the house and the village, always in the street or the in the fields before dawn. 

Except that the poor lark never sang."

I KNOW ITS HEARTBREAKING!!

There’s one about Fantine that I love, one sec lemme see if I can find it.