Birth of a mother

"We are in the XXI century, in France, I am a modern woman. I am against the death penalty and gay marriage. I subscribe to Télérama, I buy organic vegetables in the market when I run Picard frozen in the freezer, sometimes I make love like that, for fun, without representation or specific projects. I wear thongs and vote on the left, it is probably even happened to vote left thong. I am for abortion, we have sixteen, not round or guy or thirty-five and a comfortable apartment with guest room, bridal suite and loving husband inside. I'm for that people have the choice to give birth to a child or not, I am against those who celebrate the miracle of life by advocating that every pregnancy is one, I am against those who set their personal values ​​into universal principles.
In the twenty-first century, unmarried, in France, objectively I have no reason not to pick up the fucking phone to make an appointment at the nearest hospital. "

Thus says the narrator of this novel. Camille is 25 years old; she lives a good room on the seventh floor with no elevator, and when she announces to his partner somersaults she is pregnant after a condom accident, he appears adamant he does not want a child. As for the parents of the young woman, they react very badly to the news of her pregnancy, predicting that she will fuck the air in her life if she does not abort. Yet days go by without Camille reaches to decide. An induced abortion or a baby?

The long hesitation waltz of heroin (which I suppose, without being sure that it does only with the author) is told with great accuracy and delicacy of feeling and moving a franchise that would disarm the the most hardened heart. And the choice made to carry her pregnancy to term, Camille tells how she appropriates her motherhood hesitant to come in small touches. Forced to shake up his life for his parents back home in the provinces, she finds herself at the center of a family dispute and saw some hard times. But in parallel, it is inhabited by an amazed joy, a growing complicity with the unborn baby who becomes his main interlocutor.

I am absolutely not interested in the theme of motherhood. I never open this book if I had not won in a contest. And chance sometimes leads to great discoveries, because I was enchanted by the airline pen of the author, by the way both modest and piquant to tell a complex inner journey. Novel or autobiography, no matter: "A little nothing" is a very beautiful soft and light text on the birth of a mother.