Well, I feel rather foolish. I looked everywhere in my home for this missing book, I thought. My last memory had been dumping it and other assorted things (keys, wallet, phone, library book for class) out of the bag I'd taken to campus on Friday on my bed, and from then...nothing. I checked all the logical places (my books-in-progress stack on my nightstand, under the bed, among stacks of course books...) and then illogical places (I literally went through every stack of folded and put-away clothes in case I'd accidentally grabbed when I put away laundry that I'd folded on the bed). And then, I finally thought to check the little drawer in my nightstand, which holds lotions and other miscellaneous toiletries. There was no reason for it to be there, yet it was! Yay, and don't I feel silly for my distress.
The second bit of good news arrived in the mail today:
Just so you can see the difference between Panter-Downes' novel of reasonable length (184 pages) and Hugo's masterpiece!