[It's not the first time Eponine has seen books, obviously. Her mother had had books, cheap romances and the like, when times were better. Her father had had a big book in which he had scrawled the bills and takings of the inn. And Marius, of course, had books. But never had she seen so many, and such grand ones, all in one place.
Eponine wanders through the library, not really reading, but trailing her hands over the leather spines of the books. Part of her mind wonders whether they're valuable, worth stealing - how to steal them. Part of her wonders if she dares to slip one from the shelf to read herself.
It takes a while for her to settle enough to take one: it's a slim volume, bound in a pretty red leather. She traces the stamped gold lettering with her fingers, and slipping into a low chair close to a roaring fire, she begins to sound out the words.]
Eponine Thenardier | Les Miserables
Eponine wanders through the library, not really reading, but trailing her hands over the leather spines of the books. Part of her mind wonders whether they're valuable, worth stealing - how to steal them. Part of her wonders if she dares to slip one from the shelf to read herself.
It takes a while for her to settle enough to take one: it's a slim volume, bound in a pretty red leather. She traces the stamped gold lettering with her fingers, and slipping into a low chair close to a roaring fire, she begins to sound out the words.]