Katarina Mazetti (despite his surname as little northern than the singer Sophie Zelmani) is a Swedish author who is a little kingdom of Gustaf what Anna Gavalda is our hexagon. Her first novel is a global success ... and tells the story of the encounter between a man and a woman. She kneels at the grave of her missing husband tasteless too early. He, the guy from the tomb next door, just flowers on the grave of his parents. It is located a little too young to finish alone in widowhood among his fellow librarians. He runs dairy cows and would love an extra pair of arms to help on the farm. Everything, really everything, separates this field rat and bookworm who are absolutely not made for each other. Or, specifically, that are indisputably made to complete and happy days. He, knows nothing about poetry or the theories of Lacan. It is those who believe that there is less work on the farm during winter hibernation cows. He falls asleep, snoring during the opera. It is not damn successful meatballs. When renting "one" film, they take two DVD: him, Police Academy, she, The Piano, and they take turns sleeping on the couch for the film on the other. The book, moistened with a mild irony full of tenderness for these two characters, and alternates chapters with "he" and "she", making us live and relive with great humor scenes in one day or another. The process is a bit easy and repetitive, but managed to compose a nice little book and light, fresh and playful, which is read with pleasure. Morality unassuming from Katarina Mazetti: open your eyes to real life and your loved ones! For those who love impossible love.
