The first is called Mathilde. Mathilde Salmon, 24, is a student of art history (for réducs cinema) but it works for her brother to write all day cans comments to rot websites selling, which then websites for remake a virginity appeal to the brother of web design agency. She lives with two chicks perfect roommate limit. But it's Mathilde lost her bag in a cafe things get complicated: how to explain to her roommate that she lost the envelope containing ten thousand euros in 100 tickets to pay for the work entrusted to the apartment? A despair that will lead it on the path of Jean-Baptiste and love a bit upset. Follow me I am you, I am me you.
There are good parts, good thoughts on the pretenses of the web (aspen writing comments on sales sites is a subject that comes up regularly in the news) and the ultra engendered loneliness paradoxically flood of social networks. But there is a lot of annoyance, too, is writing to the back-as-j'te cause, popular, quick language, easy (OK until -la) but unnecessarily vulgar and abusing slang. On this point, we find the style that had displeased me Billie. Too bad. Many references to French music or literature, the lady of culture, we already knew, sometimes unnecessarily spread (to force the spikes are no longer funny). As for the end, easy and expected happy ending, shall we say. Change of life, take the turning point, why not.
Mixed feelings, it is "better" than Billie, but I do not like this new register of writing the author.
Second novella, entitled Yann. I hoped it to be as a mirror in response to the first viewpoint of John the Baptist, the process would have been agreed but interesting. No, new name, different story. A boy of 27 years, as a couple, who will take her life to turn a meal with its neighbors. I'm bored all along, I yawn, I felt like giving up. It is talkative to spit in it exactly, soup, modern life, appearances, I know. I insisted, I liked the end, which wants full of good feelings and a new sweetness (we returned to the old Gavalda) but hardly buy any lessons from the donor side of this above, at least, I felt like that.
Overall I am very disappointed with this sequel, Anna Gavalda of I loved and that's all together seems to have everything sent to walk now spit on everything that makes today's society, sometimes with reason, but with error on the form. A novel that wants popular, rhythmic, jerky, oral, must it necessarily play outbid vulgarity?. A co lle *** over here it goes, but all the way (with other attributes of the same ilk and all that c ***), it tired.
