I’m supposed to say something about Notre Dame de Paris. On any other day, you wouldn’t have been able to stop me talking about Notre Dame de Paris. Notre Dame de Paris, or as it came to be known in English, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, was my first grown-up book, when I was about eleven years old. It engendered in me an obsession with becoming fluent in French, so as to read Hugo in his native tongue; and with... Read more