The romance of Lorraine Fouchet starts a little slowly and we begin to fear that this is merely a new rehash of the difficult installation of a Parisienne too precious in a rural environment too rough. But soon crisscross the lives of all the protagonists, without being stereotypical caricatures, works well. The agency is effective in storytelling and Lorraine Fouchet gets to juggle all those little slices of life that harmonize with happiness. There is no plot, just the little joys and sorrows, sometimes incongruous, of each other. This book is charming, and has a nice pink universe a hundred miles of a realism that is kindly requested to go his way. Read the days of depression.