Summary
Setting down a book, Lysange’s fingers brush a worn leather cover. Inside, a notebook filled with small, almost childlike handwriting begins: “I did not know what love was…” Feeling that the words are addressed directly to her, she begins to read what looks like a diary, and is drawn into a passionate, sweeping story of love that both nourishes and devastates. The third novel from journalist and filmmaker Frédérique Deghelt.
