I felt daunted at the prospect of this book. it looked thick and the words were all really tiny, but i took the plunge anyway and my god! first off, it has very little to do with Quasimodo; yes, he plays his role, but it is merely incidental, the real main charecter is Dom Claude Frollo, the Archdeacon. He's not a villian, he's a tragedy, he lost his parents at an early age and took to raising his younger brother alone, unfortunately, irregardless of his efforts his brother declined, and in the face of this personnal failure Frollo turned to religion and the aquisition of knowledge. He gave up his heart for knowledge and turned away from society, in return he was rendered bitter and unforgiving. Upon encountering the infant Quasimodo he sees a chance to redeem his lost loving soul of the mistakes made with his brother and strives to raise a just and caring monster. Enter La'smerelda; to his reason and religion by society's rule she is a heathen and a devil, but to his heart and loins she is his last desperate hope to live. His actions drive the book, his desire fighting against his religious dogma, he knows it would mean his chance at heaven gone if he were to be with Esmerelda, but he chooses to anyway. she, of course, does not. Only the actions of others by chance (including that of Quasimodo) set fate's course from his goal. the other suprise is that the book is hilarious, Gringoire, whom i interpreted as the personification of the author, is a bumbling chancer, a writer and a poet who chooses to live with the city's undesirables to enhanse his cultural cool, again he is incidental, but carries the entire novel along with an easy and greatly readable enjoyment. it took me five days to get through it, is that really all that long? The original edition of the book was published in france as 'Notre Dame De Paris' and that is the real focus, the church itself. it is a syphony to Notre Dame and Paris combined, in many parts a detailed and beautifully written history of the city, both informative and deviod of domp. written by someone with an obvious love for its very stones and mortar. this is truly one of the greatest and most tragic books i have ever read.