Even if they weigh a dead donkey, I could not help to bring books ... and I buy more on the way! But it is without remorse because they are a sweet consolation when I miss the French language and to enliven the long evenings at the hotel (I do not frequent bars or nightclubs ... except the cinemas, it therefore remains not much ...)
But above all remember each one of you and that way you come with me somewhat in this trip. I would like to make small individual notes ... that could interest others too!
Thanks for putting me on Huong's voice Hermann Hesse Siddhartha with the beautiful ... it is a wonderful discovery and I think it is not the last book I read by this author ...
"The road lies or I lose my way"
I think this sentence gleaned through the pages I was particularly mentioned.
Thanks to Paul for his beautiful (but terribly long) novel Rouaud ... it took I wait for page 380 he finally something is happening between these two flamboyant characters! If I really dragged their feet at first, I admit I devoured the end ...
"There is little opportunity for the existence of a short, two or three maybe one where you hold your own destiny. Or balanced on the line of the watershed, just a word to tilt his life and make him change watershed. " I hope to listen to me as the day he will jump from the coach ...
Taos Finally a thought for which I have not finished the book (it's short!) But which I thought highly with this little wonder the vitriolic Mr. Assouline! "The Guests" if you did not read it yet, darkens!
"dinner, today, in the great Parisian bourgeoisie. In order to seduce her guest of honor - a powerful businessman abroad - the hostess has invited his friends the most remarkable. But at the last minute, one of them cancels: there are only thirteen ... As dinner guests must begin at any price, the new "guest" is chosen in defiance of propriety. A real transgression. The Fourteenth guest becomes a grain of sand is slipping evening. To wonder of some, to the despair of others ... "
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