Humor and Tenderness.

This is a beautiful story that the autobiography of Frederick Falcozzi said Fredo, a small solar guys, younger family, living in a village in the Alps around 80s.
With his words and his crazy funny phrasing, which can sometimes verge on lincohérent border, rude, too, but never vulgar, Fred Paronuzzi then adult, tells his loves, his misfortunes and his denfant impressions do not always understand the adult world, but always with joy, admiration, respect and affection for his family.

Behind this quirky humor, and these gauloiseries these exaltations at nothing, as the author puts forward, he hides the intense moments of emotions and dinfinis moments of absolute tenderness. So, obviously, we are left quickly page after page to oscillate between bursts of laughter and tears. Through the eyes of a child aged ten three quarters equally curious child that he can be extremely observer, in a prose limitless and away from literary rules but also close to those that one can have at that age, Fred Paronuzzi deals primarily with the problems of society, of death, of the affection for his pet, the first stirrings of love for the other sex, friendship, of The acceptance of difference, courage, diversity of opinion, as well as BE consequences resulting dune démigrés Italian family in dun Savoyard village; without sapitoyer or fall into a heavy melodrama, instead, even of all that Fred Paronuzzi rill and unusual sentences simplified syntax, sometimes cheeky, sometimes absurd, sometimes deliberately clumsy and ultimately of a gibberish that wants however understandable, has piqued my interest and my heart while putting me at ease with this funny life that he lived throughout his childhood.

In short! This is an unusual story, true, warm, full of freshness and beautiful feelings. By his explosive contrast, this optimistic and joyful book gladdens the heart of the reader. Read at all costs!