I was confident. This was going to earn amazing reviews. I hit publish, and sat back, picturing my success.
“Amazing! The premise is very fresh, and speaks with absolute emotion!”
“Deep, thought provoking, and profound!”
“I’ve never thought about Cosette and Éponine as friends, but Euphrasia Daae makes it work!”
Weeks passed. I even forgot about the book, lying sadly while I boasted about Castle everywhere. Then, out of nowhere, a review popped up. In jubilation, I read it excitedly. It was...
Telling me that my story wasn’t canon enough!
And then, amiably suggesting me to actually read Les Misérables.
“What is it?” My friend leaned over.
“Oh, nothing.” My cheeks flushed.
The next day, I took out Les Misérables and started rereading it.
For the sixth time.
