This is the original Dame aux Camelias! Not the one written later by Alexandre Dumas-son who had read Sand's Isidora, nor Verdi's La Traviata, no! Here we have the real Dame aux Camelias, thought and written by a woman: George Sand.
I read Olivia, by Olivia in its very first 1949 edition. I made researches to know who Olivia could be and I found: Dorothy Bussy (1865-1960), English, published three works, only one of them was a novel: Olivia in 1949. She has it published under the pseudonym Olivia. In my 1949 edition, the name Dorothy Bussy is not even mentioned.
What is a novel? It's Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South!
How to review such a book? There are so many things in this novel! Come on, let's try!
I read by marking with small yellow post-it notes the interesting, poetic, humorous, beautifully thought out or positive passages. How can I put this to you? You can't see the edge of the pages anymore, it's nothing but yellow post-it notes! So I'm going to give you my thoughts in bulk!
"Cholofelo ga e tlhabise ditlhong." "There is no shame in hoping." Ellen Kuzwayo, a black South African woman, was born in 1914 and died in 2006 in South Africa. All her life, she worked and asked for the women of her country (and the men): Rights for black women equal to those of black men and white women and men, School for little girls, Access to any higher education, Access to any professions, Decent hygiene, etc... Raised in the Christian religion, she was a believer and derived her...
It's the best book I've read this year!
Warning ! Male novelists, proclaimed best novelists of all time by male critics, named in the top 10 or 20 of the best novelists, you can't match a novel like Betty Smith's A Tree grows in Brooklyn, an extraordinary story of extraordinary women from a Brooklyn family!
I'm not going to the beach this summer. I never go to the beach in summer. I don't like it, for all the reasons that make those who go there like it: the burning sun, the sand in the sandwich, the cold water, the icecream melting on your fingers, the vacationers in bathing suits, the towels on which you torture yourself to painfully read your book and, biggest nonsense: exposing a sticky sunscreen skin to the sun instead of laying in the fresh shade of a tree! I like the beach in winter, under...
I had a little trouble getting into these Scandinavian letters that didn't take me away at first sight and I understood why in letter XX: Mary Wollstonecraft lacks the freedom and humour of a Gautier Theophile or nan Alexandre Dumas when they were writing their own travel stories. This may be due to the nature of MW, but it is also due to the fact that she is a woman