“I didn’t even dare to use my tongue the first time I kissed a girl. I made an effort with the second. I was flattered, just like any guy would be, that she was a model.”
Who is talking? A man? A playboy who lines up his conquests, sometimes distant, often voracious, harsh, sensual. But this playboy is a woman. And not just any woman. She is from the bourgeoisie and the boho districts, a distinguished aristocratic girl, a beautiful married woman, a lawyer specializing in desperate cases. She is also a woman who has broken away from coupledom and destiny, who is trying but cannot find herself, who spies on and surprises herself, the daughter of wealthy parents and of drug addicts. This novel, based on reality, speaks of desire, sexuality, difference, other people and more. It wounds, it scratches and it talks of love “but perhaps I didn’t know love before”.