Christmas morning, 2001. I woke up before dawn, too excited about the presents. It’s barely 5 a.m. and, of course, pitch black outside. To pass the time, I figured I should do what I like best: read a book. I’m reading in my bed, using a torchlight for fear my parents should see I’m awake if I used the big light, when I hear a … Continue reading Books and Barbies: A Christmas Memory by Camille Adnot
No matter what I do, I’m the bad guy. The villain, the tempress, the thief. The one who’ll steal your boyfriend, or your girlfriend, just being there, just talking. Apparently, I’m… too sexy. Too beautiful. Too clever. Too passionate. Apparently I’m bad! Without trying to be. A real threat to be around. DANGER… DANGER… I am sick of being the bad guy. Of you blaming … Continue reading Being the bad guy by Camille Adnot
You never returned that book I lent you I can’t even remember the title Was it Great Expectations, matching mine? Was it A Good Man is hard to find? And let me observe A lost book is hard to find. Was it The Lives of Christopher Chant, or The Wind Singer? I don’t know, it seems I’ve lost so many books to the likes of … Continue reading Lending Books by Camille Adnot
