This is the first novel I read from French author Geneviève Dormann. The story is set mostly in Paris during the 1940's after WWII. The first paragraphes about the leading character are intriguing and make readers want to continue the story, but I was disappointed with the real nature of the novel.
The author introduces to readers an old woman, Valentine, living in the streets with other homeles people, but then she returns to her home and has an unexpected meeting when finding a thieve in her home. Then, late at night she remembers her first teenage lover Baptiste. The entire novel turns out to be a very long and well written story about youth romance/teenage book narrated from the point of the girl. The leading character is from a wealthy Parisian family.
The real story had no intrigues anymore and lacked interest despite being well written.
En somme, j'ai du mal à décrire ce livre.... L'amour? Non. La littérature ? Non plus. Paris ? Très certainement... Une rêverie adolescente qui traverse un siècle... D'autant plus déroutant à lire en 2021. Poétique et fascinant... Merci pour cette étrange aventure.