Bleu des rivières
Source de vie
I fell in love with this book. How could I not? My
early panic must have been, like in the case of our main protagonist, based on
denial. It hurts but then it’s worth it because it always
matters when it is lived.
P.S. Thank God it’s La Vie D’Adèle. It is so much
better than Clémentine!
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