That's when a friend told me about his favorite hero, Fabrice del Dongo, that I decided to return to classic and reread Stendhal abandoned after "The Red and the Black" everyone knows. "The Charterhouse of Parma" is a masterpiece, but I do not know where to begin to talk about. Say it's a love story, it is put in a box where it would not have its place, because it is a philosophical novel, historical, a novel of adventure, and a great tragic comedy. A small summary, an overview rather: It's in 1796 that Napoleon and his army entered the city of Milan, releasing the Austrian authority. Lieutenant Robert Lodge at Castle Grianta, home of the Marquis del Dongo, and seduces the marquise. Fabrice del Dongo is designed. In 1814, the charming and cheerful aunt Fabrice del Dongo, Gina, thirteen years his senior, moved to the castle. Great tenderness develops them. We can say that Gina is in love, but Fabrice is not at this stage besides he is fickle, and love never hitch. In 1815, Napoleon left Elba and landed in the south of France. Fabrice del Dongo, who did not even eighteen years, decides to go fight, and so began his adventures, his misadventures, and the battlefield, and professionally, and lovingly, the twists are many and we never time to get bored! Fabrice is a complex hero sublime pathos, cheeky unconscious of being lucky in his misfortune, unhappy in chance, spiritual without being particularly intelligent, brilliant in its simplicity. A great, great hero of the novel, surrounded by extremely well-developed characters, all studied and brought to live on paper palpably. There are many and I can not mention them all, but they are all essential to the story. I will mention at least Clelia, true love, the only one of Fabrice. She is also a heroine of substance, the same level as Gina, but so different! And the Earl of Mosc, Gina lover of tyrannical Prince and Minister of Parma. The Count, jealous of the love Gina door to his nephew, will do its best to keep the nephew. Gina, in return, will always do its utmost to put Fabrice forward. It's a real dance between a plot and another, and the whole is told wonderfully smoothly. We enter this book and you come out amazed, simply. Stendhal remember Machiavelli's The Prince, in muddles it creates, it unravels and returns to surprise us, and in the power of his pen. We feel the story run on the pages, and the pavement becomes cork, we are delighted. I think it is a book, and a hero we do not forget.