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Книги Foenkinos David
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«Je pense à Iris qui fut importante tout de même, à Émilie aussi, à Céline bien sûr, et puis d'autres prénoms dans d'autres pénombres, mais c'est Alice, toujours Alice qui est là, immuable, avec encore des rires au-dessus de nos têtes, comme si le premier amour était une condamnation à perpétuité». Alice et Fritz s'aiment, et passent leur vie à se séparer. Les raisons: la cyclothymie des mouvements passionnels, les parents et les beaux-parents, le travail et les collègues, les amis d'enfance, deux Polonais comme toujours, les cheveux et les dents, une longue histoire de cravate, la jalousie, et Schopenhauer bien sûr.» |
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He was passing by, she kissed him without thinking. Now she wonders whether she did the right thing. But Natalie isn't certain of anything anymore. One minute she was a happily married young woman, successful in her career, and convinced the future was full of promise. But when her husband was run over by a car, her whole world was turned upside down. Years later, still bruised with grief but desperate to move on with her life, she impulsively kisses her colleague Marcus. For Natalie, the kiss is just a gratuitous act. For the awkward, unassuming Marcus, it is the moment at which he falls hopelessly, helplessly in love. But how will he ever convince such a beautiful, intelligent but confused young woman that he is the man who can bring her back to life? |
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