Amélie Nothomb is hungry all the time. But no organic matter, except for the chocolate. Her body likes much more if it rings hollow, somehow. She is hungry for culture, in all directions. And she is very hungry people, provided of course they miss him. His childhood groupies are perfectly superfluous to him, although they participate in some way in the construction of its rich character and contradictions hungry geographical and relational ruptures. Together, these paradoxes casually refer fascination. This work could also be called anorexia description. This biography of hunger, I have eaten in two days. I wish you the same voracity.
