Interest in ntrigue disappears very rapidly under an accumulation of improbabilities, of back and forth between truths and lies as little credible than others. We do not know who is who, and who cares. The love story leaves cold, as it is devoid of spontaneity and eroticism. The writing is without style, reduced to its simplest expression. Only Book pivot: the author's self-absorption, which under the pretext of a book within a book, depicts complacently at regular intervals. The promoters of this book have been strong for the commercial launch; the image rights of the table Hopper had cost them dearly ... Tip: never offer a book you have not read. That's what I did, where my bitterness.
