This novel whose title, beautiful and subtle, the "red sofa" is unspeakable poèsie. Anne, is looking to her former lover, Gyl, which led to an island of dreams with fleeting encounters in the Siberian leading him to Irkoutz, "their face faded with time, but I kept cete impression have approached the men and women who would leave me. " Drunk vertigo and solitude in this landscape of Russia or the elements of nature and the beings take saturated colors and phosphorescent. But this trip is also a journey of the soul, of self-research and back to Clemence Barrot, her neighbor, who lives in his memories of his former love, Paul, too soon and to whom she tells him stories of women in the heroic destinies or pages of rare finesse poets with you a lifetime, "I was away from me rather indecisive cloud not a very safe way to really be someone" .This beautiful novel that has all the delicacy and fraglité of ivory petals of a gardenia, is a beautiful and divine invitation for a captivating read
