In Chapter 57, you push a sigh. Because the thin thickness of the pages in your right hand will make you want to turn back, return to Chapter 30, to postpone the time the end credits. This book, I savored like a good movie. This film seen 100 times: in the background in your evenings with chicks, looked in love under the covers of rain Sunday and alone when the world seems too gray. This film found there, between these pages is Love Actually This apparent lightness and freshness, these simple words and short sentences such. And these shadows, these paragraphs that put the ball at you bide these sentences as strong a slap. Around the world these 3 friends, romance Marie, Camille sexual escapades that alongside the seriousness of grief, illness, difficulty of loving oneself. Yes indeed it is the same mechanism. The dance Hugh, this has-been naked, the children love that alongside the severity of the disability, mourning a mother, fear of this woman to see her husband look for love elsewhere. During these 283 pages, I forgot this sad January, promised myself that 2015 would be a good year. I ask no more than a book.
