It is a book which is difficult to spell. A moving book. A book about death, life and love. Everything starts with the 2004 tsunami, Sri Lanka where the author is located, and the death of a little girl. This is the starting point of these lives tells us Carrère, broken lives. These bereavements which we can not imagine unable to rise. What I like about Carrère is its ability to express the inexpressible. It is these phrases, which sometimes seem so simple, but we would like to have as written. And, what's new home, is the sweetness, tenderness, love is tinged with his book. And I find it touching that sweetness seems to have found. There is also an infinite tenderness for those he speaks. An empathy without pathos. The stories he tells, which describes the lives and tragedies that mark the sinking could sometimes his book in the tearful and misery. But ever. It is never a voyeur, he is never complacent. He never tries to make Margot cry. And if Margot cry, it's just because it's beautiful, just beautiful.
