To my right, Desiree. To my left, Benny. They meet often, sitting on the bench for a cemetery is eyeing a look. One is a widow, another comes flower's grave sa mère. L’une est lettrée, bibliothécaire, l’autre est agriculteur, un peu abrupt. Pourquoi se regarderaient-ils, se comprendraient-ils… s’aimeraient-ils ? Pourtant, il suffira (d'un signe) d’un sourire en coin, chacun, pour que contre toute attente le coup de foudre les traverse de part en part. Mais tout n'est pas si simple...
D’abord luttant contre cet irrépressible sentiment, Désirée s’avouera vaincue, conquise avec toujours ce petit « mais » au coin des lèvres… Tandis que Benny, lui, tentera de ne pas être tout à fait lui-même sans faire fi de ses origines, son esprit volontaire, sa simplicité… Une class struggle? Rather a drop spot where everyone will try to go to the other, to find his place in history, to go against his prejudices to understand without denying. We play cat and mouse in "The guy's grave beside." They place the ball in this tennis well trussed from one chapter to another, where the simple feelings and existential questions are intertwined, from confusion to the reality of things, the dream of happiness to shock cultures, and the superiority complex pragmatism of life together. Each in his own way trying to convince the other to enter his universe.
The reader does not know who has (uranium) and because he does not care a bit. He lulled (fool?) By the story of Desiree and Benny who seek, find themselves, discover themselves, s'amadouent, reject ... With these sentiments in a roller coaster and the struggles of every moment, there is the universality of romantic relationships with their wounds and their blissful smiles. It is in these readings then found a little of his soul shopgirl hopeless dreamer or defeatist. Everyone goes there on his own story is probably why this book is such a global success. Everything is explained.
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