Along the way, I always loved reading. An escape, a gateway to the world when small, it is enclosed in a boarding school. A tasty mix of authors and other duly recommended clearly forbidden ...
The first discoveries ...
Colette his taste for life, delicious excesses that have enchanted my youth
"I would say, tell, tell all I know, all I think everything I guess, but what enchants me and hurt me and wonder, but there is always, to the dawn sound that night, a wise cool hand that is placed over my mouth, and my cry that became excited, goes down to moderate verbiage, the volubility of the child who speaks up to reassure themselves and drown. .. "The Tendrils of the Vine
Robert Sabatier " the Swedish matches, "a bygone era and loved, a whole atmosphere
Balzac revelation schoolgirl enduring
Muriel Cerf " kings and thieves "roguish, disturbing and more
Baudelaire drunkenness and beauty of words
Then prégnant ...
Albert Cohen, sun, the "Belle du Seigneur"
Heinrich Böll "The Lost Honour of Katharina Blum" courageous, "Group Portrait with Lady" fascinating
John Irving "A Prayer for Owen Meany "deep, read and reread, a book that never left me
Louise Erdrich, " What has eaten our hearts " dense, super
Richard Powers " Time where we sang " masterpiece
Stephan Zweig " The chess player "less is more
Those who do me good ...
Paul Auster and "Brooklyn Follies " resolutely optimistic and more complex than it appears
Marie Rouanet "Us girls" recovered memories and nostalgia
Jostein Gaarder "the world Sophie "interrogative because everything does not happen by itself ... Thank
Enitram for this stop on reading ... but I'll pester to have forgotten!
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