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mercredi 11 novembre 2020

On the difficulty of setting priorities

 So many things I want to do and only a limited amount of time available.

My side of the living room is quite an apt representation of what's inside my heads.
Piles of books I want to read, Notebooks for classes I want to complete. Binders and textbooks and folders for work.
There are piles of fabric for things I want to create, costumes and clothes alike. Some work in progress on top of the already unstable stack.
Boxes of knitting equipment and a bagful of yarn balls.

I want to be more stylish so I want to sew more, but if I dedicate my time to sewing it means I do not have time for writing anymore.
I want to be knowledgeable and well read so I can't sacrifice my daily reading while commuting to knitting, but then when am I ever going to find time to use all the yarn I have and all the ideas that lurk inside my brain?
I also want to watch more movies, keep an eye on the news, practice my foreign languages, have a social life, stay fit (if not even fitter)

I am of a rather passionate disposition. I like throwing myself completely into something and give it my all, sleep and sanity included if required.
The problems start when my brain can't decide what to hyper focus on.
I've always lives with the feeling that every minute counts and that I am constantly running of time, which can be a great source of motivation, but also become very difficult when it comes to setting priorities.
Choosing between hobbies is like choosing which version of me I am going to give up on.
I know it sounds harsh and overly dramatic, but this is how my brain reacts to choices.
It is the underlying terror of not becoming enough, not doing enough, not trying hard enough that fuels me into trying to become an excellent jack of all trades.

Do I want to be a craftsman or do I want to be an academic? Do I want to be a writer or a reader? Do I want to be strong or flexible.
Those are some the questions that keep me awake at night.


mardi 31 décembre 2019

A delayed answer to an important question

Photo by Ksenia Chernaya from Pexels


"J'ai quelques difficultés à reconnaître à J.K.Rowling le pouvoir d'arbitrer les goûts, après avoir écrit des livres pour enfants."

It is the study of the stories that move us that allows us to reflect on who we are as people and as a society.
No matter how trivial the story, studying it gives us insight on ourselves as human beings.
Dissecting children's books helps us understand what we taught children, what those children took away from those teachings, what they needed, what they dreamt of, and maybe, just maybe it helps us understand their experiences, traumas and hopes.
Studying Media, any media, gives us the opportunity to empathize with others and to understand their needs and aspirations.
I am not saying that everything has the same value. I am saying that everything HAS value.
Why do people enjoy following the lives of the Kardashians? Well, that's an excellent question! Why?
Do they need to forget about the triviality of their own lives? Do they want to experience, by proxy, how it feels to be rich? Do they want to focus on somebody else's superficial problems rather than contemplate the meaning of their own life? Or the lack of meaning, and therefore cripplingly terrifying vacuity of their existence?
Do they feel disconnected from other media? If so why? Do they feel unworthy of other kinds of media? If so, why? Do they reject other media? If so why?

Studying media is always interesting.
Every book started as "just a book" and it is only what people read in the book and took away from it that made it into a classics or doomed it to oblivion.
Refusing to acknowledge the value of a media on the premise that it is too recent or too easily accessible is just the manifestation of the fear to be outdated. [source]
Once again. I am not saying that all media have the same value. I am saying that all media HAVE value, and subsequently that this value should not be lightly dismissed.
I am saying that STUDYING media, no matter its value, is important and has something to teach us.

Why is everyone making such a fuss about Harry Potter?
Because it is the closest thing its readers had of a universal experience.
A whole generation of children grew up reading those books.
This series, no matter how superficially or how deeply, influenced its readers. It influenced what traits the children reading it, associated with heroism, it influenced who those children looked up to, it influenced what values those children came to cherish, it influenced their perception of the world.
And the fact that they are Children books is crucially important because it influenced their readers at the moment where they shape who they are and who they want to be.
It doesn't matter that they were not "big books", or "smart books" or even "good books". What matters is that they echoed with their readers. They moved the readers.
Maybe they didn't do much: maybe they just provided a nice story to spend the afternoon on.
or maybe they did a little more: maybe they provided a nice break when reality was tough.
or maybe they did even more: They gave children who felt excluded or lonely something to feel like they belonged. They gave the children something to talk about and to share.
or maybe they gave children a taste for more. More than just reality. A taste for reading. It's important, right?
or maybe they offered food for thoughts for the children who felt a little lost.
or maybe they offered role models to children who didn't know who they wanted to become.

Those are mediocre! It's just stories for children.
The stories we tell children today are the stories that will shape tomorrow's society. That's the point of education. That's the power of education.

What do people find in those books?
They found something. A little something or a big something. Not the same something for everyone.
And this is what matters.
Not the quality of the writing,
Not the "literary value"(whatever that is).
But that it brought SOMETHING to the readers.

I know it did.
It was a story that allowed children to dream and play and imagine things.
It told children that being a good student is GOOD, even though it is difficult.
It told girls that they were allowed to be heroines alongside boys. It told girls that they were allowed to shine. Allowed to be loud and bright and not always ladylike and not always nice or kind.
It taught children about poverty. That children are not responsible for the poverty they grow up in. That poverty shapes the people who grow up poor, that nobody should ever use poverty as a lever for shame.
It taught children that small acts of kindness or of bravery matter.
It taught children that no, adults are not always right. That adults can't always be relied on. That adults can't always be trusted.

It taught me, personally, the me that you know, that you talk to, that you sat across from, that there was more to life than what I was going through.
It taught me, that family can be toxic and that it is not okay.
It made me want to be smart, to know everything, to learn everything, to try everything.
You think I am smart and interesting? Thank Hermione for that.
It made me forget about the world when life was so fucking hard I wanted to end it. And Oh Boy I wanted to end it.
It gave me words for the pain and the ache of losing someone I loved.
It gave me role models.
It still does.
Today, as a grown up, as an adult, as a woman, it gives me role models. As a teacher I want to be like Remus Lupin. I want to captivate my students, help them learn and make it an enjoyable experience. I want my students to remember my classes fondly. My teachers did not provide that for me. School was hell. Remus Lupin provided that for me.
I want to be like Minerva McGonagall. I want to inspire respect because I am strict but fair. Because I want the best not just of my students but for my students.
Those books matter because they told me that being rejected by my family for who I am and what I am would not be the end of me.
It helped because my dad was violent. It helped me because I grew up in a loving but utterly dysfunctional family.
It helped me when I came out as a lesbian. Which I am. Even today. It helped me hold my ground when my father, the man who had carried me on his shoulders, the man who had made me dive in the sea, the man who loves roller-coasters as much as I do but who has a drinking problem, who had a severe anger problem, the man who slapped me countless times, the man who had broken both my wrists once because I had lost a glove, the man whom I love but grew up terrified of, yelled at me. Yelled obscenities. Yelled that no, Me, his daughter would not be a lesbian. That he hadn't done anything wrong. That he would not allow that.
Me, 16 years old, 1,72m and 38kilos, I stood my ground.
I had grown up reading about children who saved the world, who were afraid but did what they had to nonetheless.

Studying Harry Potter then, later, as an adult, allowed me to become more aware of all this, more aware of how those books had impacted, me and everybody else, though differently.
It allowed me to question my perception of motherhood and to evaluate what expectations I had of being an adult woman, because it allowed me time and an opportunity to ask myself: " Is Harry Potter a feminist series" and to look for arguments.
It allowed me to understand why my generation seems to be so wary of politicians and so distrustful of the government and politics. We did grow up learning that adults could not be trusted and that it's not because an institution says something that we shouldn't question it.
We didn't learn it from 1984, because though it is a classic, it is also absolutely boring and not accessible to young children. We learnt it with Harry Potter, with His Dark Material, with Divergent, with the Hunger Games.
The millenials, no matter how flowed generational separations are, grew up at a moment where children's literature was all about questioning power and fighting oppression.
And don't get me started about the next generation. They've been fed with more diversity in the media they had access to, than anyone before, so much so that today, they teach me about which direction society could take.

Saying that a book is not worthy of the attention people give it or of being studied
Is willfully deciding not to empathize with other human beings.
It is deciding that their experience is not worth understanding.
It is saying that they, their lives and existences are not worthy of being acknowledged.
This got Trump elected.
This is the conscious alienation of a population on the basis that "they are not worth it."
This is cold.
This is sad.
And somehow, this is wrong.
Refusing to empathize with others? To understand them?
I cannot, for the life of me, accept that.
Understanding brings knowledge and peace.
That's what I grew up to believe.
And I grew up to believe that because of all the things that shaped me. Harry Potter is one of them.

I could be richer.
I could have a brilliant career in Marketing, make tons of money.
I know I can: I am good at it. It's easy.
But I grew up to be someone for whom money and ease were not as valuable as the impact I have on other people's lives.
I want to make a difference.
And this comes, at least in part,  from reading Harry Potter and later studying it.
And I am not the only one.

mercredi 6 juin 2018

Books are not as they used to be.

- I liked this book, but there's too little diversity! It feels like there are only tall and fit beautiful hetero white people. That's annoying!"

Growing up, this remark would have never crossed my mind. It wasn't even something I'd think about. Diversity wasn't even an issue. There was little to no PoC in the novels I read. Main characters usually had the same body type and their sexual orientation was never a question.
But today, young adults have so many titles to pick from that they can actually get a more diverse set of characters and heroes to grow up with and be inspired by.
I find it impressive how young adult literature evolved in the last ten to fifteen years. The number of readers gradually increasing meant that publishers could sell more books and that brought more diversity to the readers.
But for that to happen, it means that writers got the opportunity to write different stories, different characters, and as a writer myself, I find it incredible.
Writing diverse characters isn't necessarily self-evident when you grew up with heroes that all looked the same. It takes some work and some acknowledgement to make one's writing more inclusive.

The fact that kid can know grow up with characters that look like them, who can help them figure out who they are and who they want to be is so important.
Young adult literature is so important!

dimanche 14 janvier 2018

So This happened


So I guess I won't lack reading material in the coming weeks.

But if asked, I shall blame my students for it.

mercredi 13 avril 2016

Beware of the Bookworms Gang.



I don't think it would be true in our case. It would be An awesome gang of underestimated bookworms. Our force would be our vast culture due to extended reading in many fields, each of us being slightly more advanced in this or this topic.
The power of Literature, Bitches.

Je ne pense pas que ca serait vrai pour nous. Je nous imagine bien monter un gang de rats de bibliotheques. Avec notre culture generale plus etendue que la moyenne grace a nos lecture nous aurions un avantage naturel sur nos enemis. Bon, ok, on commencerait pas etre gravement sous estimes, mais ce serait une occasion de promouvoir le savoir.
The power of Literature, Bitches. (non, Je ne traduirai pas cette phrase, c'est ridicule)

vendredi 25 mars 2016

So I finished reading Harry Potter again

I must have read the harry potter series probably 10 times. Maybe more. I read it in both English and French. and I love every page of it.

And no matter how many times I read it, I am never psychologically prepared for people to die. [For the record, this article will be full of spoilers if you never read or watched the series, but you should be ashames if you haven’t at least done one of the two. It’s been years, seriously, what are you waiting for?!]

So, I just finished re-reading the entire series. Meaning that I just closed the seventh book, Harry Potter and the deathly hallows. And let me tell you this, I AM STILL NOT OVER IT! Not at all. I still cry like a child feeling that my best friends just died and the feeling of hollowness and loss is heart crushing.

Hedwige death was a hard blow. And I managed to get over Moody’s death, because hey, he had a long life full of adventure and died in battle. The man wouldn’t have wanted to leave too old to be constantly vigilant. It was the right way for him to go.
Dobby was a hero and I cried for him. He was an impossibly naive house elf, and seriously I liked him.

Why Lavander? She was a good girl. She wasn’t a grand hero like the golden trio, but she was a good person. She loved and laughed and fought for what she thought was good.

And why Colin Creevey? He was so sweet and so innocent!

WHY FRED? WHY?
I wept and cried and sobbed. Because it’s not fair! Because Fred and Georges were those who brought light and laugh, those who were loyal and brave and strong, but who recognized the necessity of making people dream and laugh. They believed in there project and worked hard to be successful in business, they were loving and fun. AND SERIOUSLY IT HURTS.

THEN LUPIN AND TONKS? SERIOUSLY?!
They just had a baby! Lupin, after all those tragedy in his life was finally happy! He had a son and a loving wife! He had faced so much and had been alone so long, WHY?
And Tonks! She was a mother, married to a man she loved and who loved her in return!


So yeah, I cried like a child, and writing this makes my throat tighten and I wish I could have my lovely monster to hug me, because I am seriously aching from the loss. They might be fictional characters, but they kept me company during hard times, the made me dream and laugh and cry and they taught me so much. I will probably never be over the Harry Potter series.



mercredi 23 mars 2016

Embrace your difference


Here is something I first saw somewhere last year, and it reappeart recently on Neil Gaiman's Tumblr, so I thought I would post it here.
When I first watched it, I wasn't exactly at my best. I was at the end of my marketing master degree and as you probably know, I didn't exactly fit in with my classmates. I was some kind of alien creature to them, always with a book, always studying weird subjects, having hobbies and interest that to them seem peculiar if not utterly boring.
I have been through some dark days, through out my life. Not that I deserve to be patted in the back of congratulated for surviving, but I must admit that I have some kind of pride for managing to live trough out this. It wasn't easy, I am not out of trouble, but it gets better.
I was elated when my lovely twin told me "I think you're getting stronger".

I am different.
I am not remarkable, I am not exceptional, but I am different, and I am proud to be so. I'll hold on to this.


vendredi 6 novembre 2015

Missing my books

I left France with only 3 books. So I obviously have nothing to read anymore. Which is a pain. I have my kobo with me. Would someone have any recommendation about what I could read? Titles? or even PDF or DOC they could send me?
Please, I need to read a book!

mercredi 26 août 2015

Reading again


I haven't been able to read for month. My brain has been on overdrive quite often and my free time has been dedicated to side projects. And no book managed to keep my attention for more than a minute or two.
But since I've been back from London, with new books I started reading again. I love reading. I missed it so much.
I just needed to find books I was sure would keep my mind busy, would feed my imagination and shield me from the grey dullness of my daily life. I needed to find a book I wanted to read. Something I wouldn't abandon on the shelf after a couple of pages.
And now I'm back to my usual "A book/a week" rate, with me longingly looking at my book on the desk, not being able to read and being highly frustrated that I cannot find a peaceful place and keep on reading.
I want to know what comes next!

lundi 11 juillet 2011

Mes cadeaux d’anniversaire, ou pourquoi la Fnac ne fera pas faillite cette année.

J’ai fêté cette année mes vingt ans (non, si vous avez oublié ou que vous n’étiez pas au courant ou que vous aviez piscine, ce n’est pas grave, je ne vous en veux pas)

Vingt ans, un âge important, et pour moi un cap assez particulier puisque en changeant de dizaine, c’est comme si enfin je pouvais regardé tout ce qui m’est arrivé dans la dizaine précédente, tout ranger dans un carton, le fermer, le ranger (l'envoyer sur Mars ou à Tombouktou) et passer à autre chose. Fermer définitivement un chapitre de ma vie.
Bref, là n’est pas le sujet.
Vingt ans, c’est aussi l’occasion de faire de grosses réunions de familles, de trop manger, de bien  boire (mais toujours avec modération) et de recevoir pleins de cadeaux. (Je ne comprends personnellement pas le principe de faire des cadeaux aux anniversaires. Est-ce un moyen de rendre l’acceptation du vieillissement perpétuel moins difficile ? Je ne sais pas, mais il faudrait creuser la question. Si quelqu’un parmi vous étudie la socio ou l’anthropo, je veux bien une réponse)

Pour mon anniversaire j’ai donc eu, outre un super violon électrique trop de la mort qui tue que j’en suis super fière, un parfum et diverses objets en tout genre, j’ai aussi et SURTOUT eu une somme non négligeable en chèque FNAC. En même temps, c’est moi qui les avais demandés. (j'ai une carte d'adhérent FNAC à rentabiliser)

J’ai ainsi fait des sessions « dévalisons la FNAC dans la joie et la bonne humeur. »
La première session s’est faite avec Mr LB peu de temps après que j’ai reçu mes précieux chèques, et la deuxième session s’est faite il y a quelques jours à peine avec Zombie-Man.
En tout, c’est non moins de 37 ouvrages qui ont atterrit dans ma chambre (en deux fois heureusement, parce que le poids du savoir, ce n’est pas une blague !) dont:
_ 1000 years of annoying the French by Stephen Clarke
_ Le prince de Machiavel
_ L’art de la guerre de Sun Tsu
_ Histoires extraordinaires  d’Edgar Allan Poe
_ Blanche neige et les lance-missiles de Catherine Dufour
_ L’enchanteur de Barjavel
_ Dehors les chiens, les infidèles de Maïa Mazaurette
_ Comptines assassines de Pierre Dubois
_ 1984 de George Orwell
_ Des fleurs pour Algernon de Daniel Keyes
Bref, j’ai de la lecture, plus ou moins intelligente, plus ou moins intellectuellement évoluée, mais en tout cas, je sais que j’ai de quoi nourrir mon cerveau pour les semaines à venir. Mon but, en lire le plus possible cet été.

jeudi 23 juin 2011

Un peu de pub, ou pourquoi faut il soutenir le petit commerce.

Cet articles est dédicacé à Zombie Man et adressé à tout les gens qui lisent ces objets désuets et étranges qu'on appelle livres.

Le but de cet article est de faire de la publicité à une trouvaille de Zombie-Man que nous sommes allés tester ensemble. Il s'agit d'une librairie dénommée l'Antre-Monde.


Ces domaines: la littérature fantastique, la bit-lit, la science fiction, l'anticipation, un peu d’ésotérisme, et les art-books. (A noter qu'elle vend aussi des bijoux très intéressants et des objets sympathiques (mugs, carnets marque-pages)
J'avoue être une consommatrice de livres assez impitoyable. Non, que je sois difficile, mais je suis un juge assez stricte.

Je me fournis généralement à la Fnac, faute de mieux. J'y ai 5% et il y en a une pas loin de ma fac, ce qui le permet de me réapprovisionner dès que nécessaire. Mais la grande surface de la culture a souvent mis mes nerfs à vif: manque de vendeurs, incompétence des dits vendeurs, rayons en bordels. Ne serait ce que le simple fait de voir la science fiction, le fantastique et l'héroïque fantasy mélangés m'énerve. et non, l'anticipation, ce n'est pas tout à fait de la science fiction. c'est une sous partie qui mériterait d'être mise à part.
Vous comprenez donc que j'y vais plus par manque de concurence que par réel amour du logo jaune.

Ainsi, quand Zombie-Man m'a annoncé qu'il avait entendu parlé d'une librairie spécialisée dans mes genres préférés, il fut rapidement décidé qu'il était de notre devoir d'y aller.

La librairie est à deux pas du métro "Père Lachaise" à Paris, une petite pièce aux murs blancs, au parquet clair, et aux étagères rouges et noires couvertes de livres, la musique y est sympa, entre dark electo et musiques plus douces, la lumière n'est pas éblouissante, mais il fait assez clair pour lire sans s'abimer les yeux.
Ce n'est pas très grand (50m², comparé à la géante au logo jaune, c'est pas grand), mais assez tout de même pour que le choix y soit vraiment intéressant et varié. On y trouve des livres que l'on aurait pas trouvé ailleurs, de beau ouvrages en grand forma, des livres peu connus mais qui pourtant en vaudraient la peine, de grosses licences aussi (parce qu'il faut bien manger)

L'endroit est tenue par une jeune femme tout à fait géniale. Elle connait très bien son magasin (Beli:" 'scusez moi, je cherche tel livre." Libraire gentille *pointe du doigt une étagère*:troisième livre de la deuxième étagère en partant du haut" )  Elle a une culture littéraire vraiment impressionnante et elle est de très bon conseil.

L'endroit accueille des dédicaces, et en plus sert de soutient à l'art graphique non seulement en vendant des art-books mais aussi en servant de galerie d'exposition.
J'avoue que ça a été une super découverte!
Zombie-Man et moi même y sommes restés 2h45, à flâner, à voir notre pile de livres monter, regarder les bijoux. on y a tout les deux laissé une petite fortune.

Nous en avons profité (parce qu'il n'y avait que nous dans la boutique, pour discuter avec la Libraire-Gentille. Une jeune femme nommée Taly (j'espère ne pas écorcher son nom) qui a fait de belles études, a travaillé dans le géant culturel puis a réussi à ouvrir, il y a quelques mois à peine sa propre librairie. Un vrai parcourt du combattant racontait elle. Non, elle n'embauche pas (j'ai demandé) parce que pour ça il faudrait déjà qu'elle puisse s'offrir un salaire. Bref, une nana qui aime la lecture au point d'en avoir fait son métier.
Je me suis donc fait un devoir de prendre un tas de flyers pour les distribuer à tout les bibliophiles de ma connaissances pour permettre à cette jeune madame qui a beaucoup de goût et qui aime faire la promotion de petits artistes de continuer.

J'avoue que sur le plan éthique, je trouve ça bien plus intéressant d'aller faire ces courses là que dans un grand magasin où quelque soit la somme que tu dépenses, tu restes un inconnu. C'est anti-personnel et froid. Mais je trouve que c'est un nivellement par le bas de la diversité culturelle: on met tout au même endroit sans vraiment savoir de quoi on parle parce que de toute façon ça se vent. A l'Antre-Monde, j'ai eu plaisir à discuter avec la propriétaire, à parler littérature, à accrocher mon petit badge Lasombra sur sa peluche loup pour être sur sa page Facebook. Bref, une boutique comme ça est un moyen de permettre de faire connaître de petits auteurs qui se seraient noyés dans la masse de la Fnac, de permettre de découvrir de beaux livres et pas seulement des livres qui se vendent bien.

Voilà, c'est ma petite pub du moment. je vous invite sincèrement à aller y jeter un coup d'oeil, et à prendre le temps de discuter avec Taly, vous verrez que vous profiterez bien plus de vos recherches de combustible littéraire.
 

mercredi 20 avril 2011

Ma sélection de bouquins.

Plusieurs de mes amis participent en ce moment au challenge "3O Day Book Challenge" qui consiste à poster un livre par jour, en suivant une liste de critères. Un bon moyen de découvrir des livres et d'en apprendre plus sur ceux qui nous entourent. Je me suis dit "Tiens, l'idée est bonne, et si je faisais pareil?"
Mouais... ça, c'était sans compter que je suis restée une enfant, que je ne lis que de la fantasy et que je n'arrive pas à classer mes bouquins. Je ne suis pas une grande lectrice, mais je lis beaucoup. (comprendre par là que je lis beaucoup de roman considérés comme "Romans de gare" par mes pairs et que j'aime ça.) donc en fait, répondre au challenge est un peu compliqué, d'autant que certains livres seraient cités plusieurs fois, parce que ce sont des œuvres très importantes pour la petite fille rêveuse que je suis
Donc en fait j'ai fini par trouver une solutions: sur la base du questionnaire du "30 Day Book Challenge" je vais vous lister mes livres favoris:

Day 1: Favorite book
Pierre Botterro "La quête d'Ewilan"
ou
Philip Pullman "A la croisée des Mondes"
Ce sont deux séries de livres qui ont été cruciales dans ma courte vie: ils ont contribué à bâtir mon imaginaire. 

Day 2: Least favorite book
N. M. Zimmermann "Eden City"
 Livre très très important aussi. Je l'ai lu plus tardivement que les deux précédemment nommés, donc il a moins jouer sur la construction d'un univers artistique, mais son style, son univers, son histoire m'ont semblé tellement évidents, m'ont tellement touché que je considère cette série comme une de mes préférées

Day 3: Book that makes you laugh out loud:
Terry Pratchett "Mortimer" 

ou
Christopher Moor "L'agneau"
 ou
Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman "Good Omens"
Ces livres sont simplement hilarants, je ne peux que vous les conseiller. Du grand n'importe quoi: un aperçu de la vie de la mort, la vie tout à fait inattendue de Jésus Christ racontée par son meilleur ami jamais cité dans la bible et la fin du monde esquivé grâce à un ange misanthrope et un démon qui écoute du Queen et porte des santiags.

Day 4: Book that makes you cry:
Barjavel "La nuit des temps"

Day 5: Book you wish you could live in:
Pierre Bottero "la quête d'Ewilan"
ou
N.M. Zimmermann "Eden City"
ou
Philip Pullman: "A la croisée des mondes"

Day 6: Favorite young adult book:
On entend quoi derrière "young adult book"?

Day 7: Book that you can quote/recite: tout les livres cités ici.

Day 8: Book that scares you: Je crois pas qu'un livre m'ait fait peur: J'aime les livres, j'aime me faire peur, mais une fois le livre refermé, fini les frissons.

Day 9: Book that makes you sick:
Mary E. Pearson "Jenna Fox pour toujours"

(les questions que ce bouquin soulève sont vraiment pertrurbantes)

Day 10: Book that changed your life:
Pierre Bottero "La quête d'Ewilan"
ou
Phillip Pullman "A la croirée des mondes"

Day 11: Book from your favorite author:
Pierre Bottero "L'autre"
 Une autre série de Pierre Bottero, et qui nous emporte ailleurs qu'en Gwendalavir et qui en vaut très largement la peine.

Day 12: Book that is most like your life
Erik L'Homme "Phaenomen"
Par l'auteur du livre des étoiles, c'est un de mes livres préférés, il est vraiment agréable à lire. Je le conseil.

Day 13: Book whose main character is most like you: 
Pierre Bottero "Ames croisées"

Day 14: Book whose main character you want to marry: Ellana.
Pierre Bottero "Le pacte des Marchombres"

 
Day 15: First “chapter book” you can remember reading as a child:
Lewis Carrol "Alice au pays des merveilles"

Day 16: Longest book you’ve read

Day 17: Shortest book you’ve read

Day 18: Book you’re most embarrassed to say you like: 
C. S. Lewis "Narnia" (pas juste un, la totalité de la série, elle en vaut vraiment le détour)


Day 19: Book that turned you on: Alors là... *hausse les épaules*

Day 20: Book you’ve read the most number of times
J. R. R. Tolkien "Le seigneur des anneaux" 


Day 21: Favorite picture book from childhood: Pas de souvenir.

Day 22: Book you plan to read next:
Glen Cook "La compagnie noire"

 
 Day 23: Book you tell people you’ve read, but haven’t (or haven’t actually finished)
 
Day 24: Book that contains your favorite scene: Pas vraiment de scène préférée. Ou alors pleins.
 
Day 25: Favorite book you read in school:
Patrick Süskind "Le parfum"

 Day 26: Favorite nonfiction book: Je ne lis pour ainsi dire QUE de la fiction...
 
Day 27: Favorite fiction book: Lire plus haut
 
Day 28: Last book you read:
Pierre Bottero "Ames croisées"

Day 29: Book you’re currently reading
Sire Arthur Conan Doyle "The complete stories of Sherlock Holmes"

Day 30: Favorite coffee table book: J'en ai aucune idée...

Et à côté de cela, il y a des livres que je n'ai pas cités mais que je sauverais quand même d'un incendie au péril de ma vie:
_ Pauline Alphen "Les Eveilleurs"
(Si vous aimez la fantasy jeunesse dans un monde post apocalyptique où la nature a repris ses droits, ce livre est pour vous.)
_ William Nicholson "Le vent de feu"
(Littérature Jeunesse, c'est pas bien intelligent, les personnages ne sont pas les plus profonds où les plus fouillés, mais c'est agréable à lire et l'univers qui y est décris en vaut la peine. ça se lit vite et ça inspire)
_ Elizabeth Haydon "La symphonie des siècles"
(de la fantasy, des épées, de la magie, une histoire bien ficelée et prenante)
_ Max Brooks "Le guide de survie en territoire zombie"
(parce qu'on ne sait jamais)

[Et si vous êtes arrivés à la fin de ce post en lisant tout, bravo!]