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Small suggestion in passing, go read the blog 2 blondes in America, at http://amere-america.blogspot.com/

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crush? Gary and his dog Mop dog growls and threatening Poodle audible even on camera. Congratulations to Sandra Robidoux for its succulent grandiose clichés and his pen.

You'll love this month of November bleak and hopeless. Armed with a whopper and ten liters of cream soda, sit comfortably in your big Lazy-Boy, open the TV put it on mute (for atmosphere) and follow the adventures of two blondes. It states in that it happens for the next month ...

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next Saturday ...

... Will be held the book fair Ozoir-la-Ferriere. I am, as my editor, and many many other famous people or to be winning. Do not hesitate to come. The new editions of the book squaring, "Domestic Arts" by Isabelle Renaud, will be officially launched at 11am. The full program is here:

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And if not, I am now a surprising finding. I just rework a new one, I was told that interesting, but with a few blunders and hickeys building. I fired 5000 characters (still!). I cut and reorganized. It's much better like that. And yet, curiously, I think it took a while I write these 5000 characters. They were indeed too, no doubt about it. But helped me to formulate this new install, to find him a mood and tone. And once it was found, I was able to turn. This is the first time I see it so blatantly. I often hear me write and tell me afterwards that I gave to the facility. There was something else. Funny.

That was all. For a comprehensive manual on "how art and literature in the draft, will have to wait a bit, I run out of material.

Otherwise I would point out is that on November 15, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, half done! (November is the month of the year that I hate the most, should know)

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Vestine, a black legend

You may have noticed, I am not talking about my readings. There are several reasons for this, reasons that seem valid enough to me that I respect. I spare you the listing. I will do even more with exceptional, I'll leave this course of action. For today I'd like to talk about a book I just finished. "Vestine, a black legend", is published by Actes Sud Junior, in the collection "one voice".

When I say I'll talk about the book, it's just a formula. I will not tell you, because this book does not generate the words, it generates feelings. Laughing, crying, feeling sick and wild hopes.

Vestine, now 27, has lived the Rwandan genocide at the age 11. Virginie Jouannet-Roussel lends his pen, his words, his feelings, to translate his memory pointillist Africa.

Some of you who read this blog, know this: Virginia is a friend. With it I've done the most work of proofreading and rewriting of the manuscript of my book before sending to the publishers expected. What you do not know, however, is that there is between her and me neither complacent nor false pretenses. And I do not speak Vestine if I did not feel sincere, if it was not an absolute necessity for me. This text

mature for several years. It existed in several versions, which have nearly been published in their time, by other publishers. But it probably lacked a little something for that alchemy is perfect. In its current version is the editor who came to fetch him. Who had read through a contest, and has called Virginia for the asking. This means it is not trivial.

"Vestine", as published today, reads in one sitting. It is a breath of breath, a melody, a whirlwind. It is a book of incredible strength, a dazzling beauty, both in the horror in the hope that it survives.

I'll tell you no more, I do not know. What I know, simply, is that we do not encounter every day a book like this. And it deserved that I do not keep this discovery to me.

the way, hat also Actes Sud. This book, its contents and its history, is the best answer to those who claim that major publishers are lazy all soft that only publish texts idiots spawned by peoples, by simple cronyism and ease.