Chanson Douce

"The wind begins to blow in the evening, a sea wind, in which she can almost taste salt and utopias. She falls asleep there, on a deckchair, with a shawl covering her like a thin blanket. The cold dawn wakes her and she nearly cries out at the spectacle of the new day. A pure, simple, obvious beauty."

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Chanson Douce (translated from the French as The Perfect Nanny), page 68
By Leïla Slimani
Published 2016

Labels: Contemporary, Fiction, Quotes, , ,

Comments

  1. Hello Yuri! I just finished reading your final post over at http://www.bookswept.blogspot.com, and I’m so glad to have found your website again. I love the last post you wrote about how blogging has evolved and changed into something a little less intimate. I’m not sure if you remember me because it was so long ago. My name is Kayla, I ran a little blog called Bengal Reads and I fell in love with your page.

    I happened to be going through my old blog, I saved it for later in life when I feel like going back and reading past posts I’ve written. Anyways, I stumbled upon a comment you left and had a spark, so I had to find your website because I’ve always loved your content.

    Sorry for the long comment, I’m a little excited to see some familiarity in a community that has changed so much since I’ve been away. Anyways, I’m so glad to have found your website! I will visiting again soon. Beautiful post as always.

    xoxo,
    Kayla Graham
    http://www.getupgetdown.reviews

    1. Hi Kayla, of course I remember you! What a delight to see you here again, I’m grateful. I’m glad we’re connected and I look forward to discovering your new blog. 🙂 I’ll be sending you a message!

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