I am frightened by one reviewer acids, which more than suspect the author of hypocrisy and mere commercial transaction, up to use the name as Desproges marketing coup. This person she read the book? I do, I read it in one sitting and I reread. Because Fournier speaks with simplicity, sincerity, as if to free himself, as if we, the readers, her confessors. His doubts, anger, sadness, or rather his despair, for it is obvious, it only survive. And beyond his personal story, a vision oh so critical in today's society, and precisely of that consumerism makes us too mentally disabled while we had the chance to be normal. It is normal that this book has had a price. It is true, and the author may well joke, it is difficult to hide his heart is bleeding. The deal impostor is not only stupid but cruel and unnecessary.
