Whether the subject topics: harassment, cancer ... or painfully convoluted way to the (mis) treat ... Emma Bovary is tasty as cynical, cruel society ... there is torn between compassion and indulgence in melodramatic lowest range ... heavy, very heavy! The beginning starts badly, we are quickly tempted to drop this book when we have seen "love and forests" in texte.On is said is good, the showpiece is past, now can be folded ! As for the dreaded chapter Meetic, barely legible, I do not understand how the author may have wanted to plant this wart in his book. Let alone the large gap between Villiers de L'Isle Adam and Meetic ... at that time provided that it takes Musso as idol ... The eighteenth literary alibi wrong happening with distressing stupidity and incongruous Bénédicte Ombredanne ( this name that endures to each page nauseum), this woman is neither subtle nor escaped from another century, scarcely perhaps a bad novel rose water, it is just heartbreaking for the female gender. Incomprehensibly pathetic! Also distressing that the husband is inconsistent ... It is beyond voluntary submission, masochism ... this novel is probably wants proof that the level of education is by no means a guarantee of intelligence ... This commitment does the author? In short, I finished this book out of respect for the paper and because I was expecting a flash, a burst ... that also unexpected appearance of the twin qu'incohérente not brought me. In short, little interest, little fun, too much misery: cocktail harassment, depression, illness and failed life is a little too measured and surprising on the face of soaring archery, trees and literary considerations.
