Dumas, with most enviable style and skill (he is a wonderful writer), depicts the character of d’Artagnan and his companions so seductively that I fell irrevocably in love with them. Until I read this book I pretty much thought I was a boy. I much preferred wild sports, mud and tree climbing to doing girly things. Now all of a sudden I could not work out whether I wanted to be one of the musketeers (in which case was it Athos or d’Artagnan) or to be the beautiful woman romantically adored by one of them. After a while I chose the latter.
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