Constance Debré
Constance Debré vit et travaille à Paris...
Play Boy
Auteur
Parution :
10/01/2018
Collection :
La Bleue
A woman who loves men…then women…
“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”.
“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”.
« J’ai même pas osé mettre la langue la première fois que j’ai embrassé une fille. C’était après Laurent. Avant je savais mais c’était théorique. J’ai fait un effort pour la deuxième. Je lui ai roulé une vraie pelle. Ça m’avait flattée comme un mec qu’elle soit mannequin. On progressait. J’avais toujours peur, mais moins. Sauf qu’à chaque fois on en était restées là. Ou plutôt elles en étaient restées là avec moi. Des hétéros qui se posaient vaguement la question et qui avaient calé. Des filles plus jeunes que moi, mais des filles comme moi. »
160 pages
Format :
136 x 215 mm
EAN :
9782234084292
Prix :
18.00 €
