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6 billets, du plus récent au plus ancien.
This book is more about the author’s family life and how she handles it than about yoga, even if yoga is present all along. When the author stops considering child raising as a test that she has to pass with the maximum score is she finally able to enjoy life.…
Lire le billet « Poser, by Claire Dederer » →A short time after “Eat, Pray and Love”, I read this book, “Committed” by the same author. My first impression of the book was: “This is not at all what I expected. Do I want to read this?” At first, this book is not much about the author’s feelings concerning marriage.…
Lire le billet « Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert » →I’ve always wondered what drives some of us to take up running. Moreover, I’m intrigued by the stories in Haruki Murakami’s books. I’ve always asked myself, “where does he get such twisted, interesting ideas from”. So, I was immediately attracted to that book. What I did not know is that Murakami is a marathon and triathlon runner.…
Lire le billet « What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, Haruki Murakami » →Michael goes bankrupt, despairs and is offered, by an incongruous chance, an offer to work at Starbucks. There he regains self-confidence, respect and happiness, in a job he disregarded in his first life. This book is about the unexpected happiness one may experience in finally finding one’s place in the world, among respectful people and putting to use one’s greatest abilities.…
Lire le billet « How Starbucks Saved My Life, by Michael Gates Gill » →Dans ce livre, l’auteur affirme aborder la mort d’un enfant ainsi que la mort d’une mère de famille, l’impact de cette mort sur leur entourage. Il me semble plutôt que l’auteur y raconte sa vie, la période de sa vie où ces deux morts sont survenues.…
Lire le billet « D'autres vies que la mienne, Emmanuel Carrère » →L’auteur relate les derniers instants de sa mère atteinte d’Alzheimer. Par ce biais, il nous donne un aperçu de la culture familiale marocaine. Mariages arrangés dont on s’arrange, amour filial, … Évidemment, l’histoire est triste.
Lire le billet « Sur ma mère, Tahar Ben Jelloun » →