“I am a prostitute, Eve, in the very same sense that you are a writer.
If there were no paper, no printing inks and no books, you wouldn’t take shape, would you?”
Eve Payne, a gloomy writer, crosses path with a fifty-year-old prostitute.
In the briefest moment that she meets her, Eve’s thoughts are filled near burst with words that spring out of thin air. Eve hopes to enshrine this prostitute upon blank pages—upon the flesh and skin of a character named Concetta.
“Now a motion picture from Aorta Production—CONCETTA (2025)”
I borrowed this book from my friend. I feel like I was reading STREAMS of emotions of the writer as the name suggests. Purely emotional to the point that I question if each situation actually happened. Finished it in no time, but would love to try original Thai version.