We hiked away from the Jack London. It remains in short hikes sponsored by family or publisher, a ballad to the control in some way. Yet this story is refreshing even if the use of the most perfect subjunctive makes it unnecessarily outdated as well as translate the 'reluctant' English by reluctant rather than reluctant.
Sort of ancestor talented backpacker's guide, this pilgrimage that offers a review of the history of the Camisards not yet manages to never move although three occasional tears are left in memory of Modestine.
Basically a nice little book that suffers from the reputation of its author, because we expected much more.