A big disappointment: flat book, bland, boring, sullen, moody ...

Pfff ... has spent several days I thought about what am I going to write about this book, how to transcribe my feelings in relation to this book. It's always very, very difficult for me to write a review for a book I did not like because I do not like to "break" a book, it bothers me nothing compared to the work of author but there, unfortunately I can not do otherwise.
And please excuse me in advance if this review is a bit disjointed.

Having started and stopped (because of deadly boredom) "When the north wind blows," I was looking forward to get into "The list of my desires." I needed a gay book, cheerful, positive, hopeful, cheerful, with engaging characters, energetic ...

So I started with great hope.

Hmm ... I fell tall, very, very high. It was just the opposite of my expectations: - /

It is very short but I put days and days to finish it. My reading was laborious. I plunged back myself very hard and in the end, it was limited so I did not count the pages to the end. I read some passages diagonal so I wanted to finish and have already abandoned just before, "When the wind blows from the North", I wanted to finish it (always in the hope that something is moving in ... vain: -S).

I did not AT ALL managed to "fit" into this book, I had the feeling of being totally outside what was happening, I felt absolutely NOTHING (and yet I am someone VERY sensitive but there ... nothing at all!).

I have not found the endearing at all. The two main characters often gonflés.J'avais me want to shake them, to instill some energy, joy of living, life simply. These personages lacked energy, life, joy ...

In addition, the clichés about the provincial housewife under fifty years have not hurt me annoyed: round, that men do not watch (or prefer to flirt her friends but not her), more or less unhappy in his marriage with a husband who works at the factory and has a penchant for the bottle but is content and prefers to look the other way, accepts everything from her husband, with 18 million she dreams of going to buy a thrifty Lidl or something and where a non-slip mat for bath, will spend his holidays in the campsite, all in a bleak, sad day, more or less crappy and bland but merely by or complain but does nothing ... (I had sometimes want to shake Jocelyne!).
I found it extremely cliché, it really falls right into the big shot of the "lean a little provincial redneck".

And in this situation, how many people would prefer to hide a check for 18 million euros in a shoe (not to talk to her own husband!) Rather than going to cash it?
Even we do not feel happy to have this money ...

I like the feeling of having missed something in this book. I do not know if I did not understand certain things or what but I have not had the same enthusiasm that most of the people towards this novel, nor even felt that I can read in countless rave reviews this book ect. This is very strange as sensation.

Many things annoyed me in this book and overall I stayed completely marble to this story, completely external to all that was happening.

And this gloom and pessimism afflicting the beginning to the end ... pfff. It is a book that I have found depressing, tasteless, very, VERY flat, bland and soft ... it lacked intensity, energy, pep ..

I'm really bored in this book.

In short, a very, very big disappointment.