A moving tribute

Gwendoline Hamon tells her mother, her extraordinary destiny and through it, the story of this family not like the others, assembled, welded around this fascinating woman at the time of his disappearance during these sixty nine days when the gods were a little harsh
Six years after the death of his mother, Gwendoline Hamon sautorise to mention one that is no longer, "with a desire dexpier guilt rooted deep within me and deliver me dune pain. (-) I know I am not responsible My family history, but jen carries weight. "
November 2008. Back in New York, Zélie learns terrible news: his mother Caroline has terminal cancer. The doctor gives him eight days to live. Ten at the most. After the earthquake of this announcement, Zelie is recovering. No way her mother learns the existence of this sword of Damocles hanging over his head. Out of the question to what extent the seriousness of his condition. And responsible girl lon did grow up too soon, Celia decides to do what it has always done: be the mother of her mother look after her, protect her, reassure her, cuddle. He comes to make these days the best days stay alive in his life. Then she informed one by one all the loved ones, for all to help make the dusk of life of Caroline tender, cheerful, bubbly, bright.
As time slips through his fingers where every minute is precious remaining, Zelie returns the film of his childhood on the screen of his mind. The emaciated and weak woman which has before, that little bird fallen from the nest, jusqualors was a fantastic woman, looking dabsolu, attracted by the strange lights, occult forces. A woman sometimes tender and sometimes cruel, which ranged from crying spells, attacks Dangoisse, theatrics and exaltation in the paranormal. A child woman who has never satisfies her need visceral BE loved, nor knew what na verbalize his love for his daughter. At least jusquici. These last moments at his bedside they enable him from reaching breast Grail?
With this autobiographical novel, Gwendoline Hamon makes a very touching tribute and unspeakably tender to his mother. A mom who actually continues to live in the guise of his pen
Karine Fléjo for the blog Chronicles Koryfée