tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078944256315601272011-04-21T14:36:53.072-07:00lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-63904131009490596712008-11-04T12:05:00.000-08:002008-11-04T12:13:07.557-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SRCrq2eEDqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pvuvs7aSX7k/s1600-h/l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264896717060574882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SRCrq2eEDqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pvuvs7aSX7k/s200/l%27ombre+du+vent.bmp" border="0" /></a> Carlos Ruiz Zafon<br /><br /><br />LECTURE DU MOMENT<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-6390413100949059671?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-79845696466015334732008-10-14T15:59:00.000-07:002008-11-04T12:05:45.407-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUknlo0qSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xxPzdeEX_tk/s1600-h/dans+l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257148402561755426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUknlo0qSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xxPzdeEX_tk/s200/dans+l%27or+du+temps.bmp" border="0" /></a> Claudie Gallay<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-7984569646601533473?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-43056856477997105372008-10-14T12:44:00.000-07:002008-11-12T12:27:35.312-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPT4qFq4ZRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t0IcRt945Jo/s1600-h/seule+venise.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257100067008439570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPT4qFq4ZRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/t0IcRt945Jo/s200/seule+venise.bmp" border="0" /></a> Claudie Gallay<br /><div>L'auteur nous saisit dès les premiers mots grâce à son écriture caractéristique, alerte et vive. Ce rythme saccadé agréable aux yeux, n'altère en rien la senbilité et ravive nos émotions.</div><div>Telles des gondoles, nous glissons de lignes en lignes sur les eaux du golf pour découvrir une Venise ténébreuse et mélancolique où quatre personnes ont échoué.</div><div>Tandis que les pages se tournent inlassablement, nous nous retrouvons suspendus dans le temps comme des ombres au milieu d'âmes solitaires perdues dans le passé.</div><div>La féérie de ce NoËl particulièrement sibyllin va-t-elle offrir l'amour aux protagonistes?</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-4305685647799710537?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-38915118936351098372008-09-30T07:40:00.000-07:002008-10-14T14:30:40.515-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI61wtBv9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ChL5QFxAaKg/s1600-h/la+mécanique+du+coeur.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251824810748657618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI61wtBv9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ChL5QFxAaKg/s200/la+m%C3%A9canique+du+coeur.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mathieu Malzieu</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-3891511893635109837?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-63230370097133042212008-09-30T07:39:00.001-07:002008-10-14T14:31:13.107-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI6Z5LZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1eGCkvwVnks/s1600-h/l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251824331987212642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI6Z5LZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1eGCkvwVnks/s200/l%27%C3%A9l%C3%A9gance+du+h%C3%A9risson.jpg" border="0" /></a> Muriel Barbery<br />Contrairement à toutes les critiques que j'ai pu entendre, ce livre n'est pas un de mes coups de coeur.<br />J'ai trouvé l'héroïne trop pédante et d'une outrecuidance irritante.<br />Je ne me suis pas sentie à l'aise lors de sa lecture.<br />Je me demande s'il n'y a pas eu un effet de mode pour que ce livre soit si bien coté... ou alors je n'ai pas été assez sensible à l'écriture qui est certes précise et déliée.<br />Un lecteur, un livre, c'est une histoire de feeling!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-6323037009713304221?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-33697964995620901542008-09-30T07:36:00.000-07:002008-10-14T15:28:29.522-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI56by2UcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/c8IU5C8jXoc/s1600-h/l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251823791523647938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI56by2UcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/c8IU5C8jXoc/s200/l%27%C3%A9t%C3%A9+meurtrier.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Japrisot</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-3369796499562090154?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-73613612334000883932008-09-30T07:35:00.001-07:002008-10-14T15:29:04.543-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI5Vg3AHvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1l_HXvBSaFg/s1600-h/darling.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251823157228084978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI5Vg3AHvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1l_HXvBSaFg/s200/darling.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jean Teulé<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-7361361233400088393?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-66626680459989220822008-09-30T07:33:00.000-07:002008-10-14T15:28:48.512-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI5L1leXQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RyiCQuXE_Wo/s1600-h/je+francois+villon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251822990993022210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI5L1leXQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RyiCQuXE_Wo/s200/je+francois+villon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Jean Teulé</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-6662668045998922082?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-6971092310453857752008-09-30T07:31:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:33:31.808-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4t5EAwiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JgP-RSDLuPM/s1600-h/shuttler+island.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251822476530336290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4t5EAwiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JgP-RSDLuPM/s200/shuttler+island.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Denis Lehane</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-697109231045385775?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-4155952577032001182008-09-30T07:30:00.001-07:002008-09-30T07:31:08.844-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4J_5NZDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k1pnG0DGTFM/s1600-h/PIG+ISLAND.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251821859888784434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4J_5NZDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k1pnG0DGTFM/s200/PIG+ISLAND.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mo Hayder</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-415595257703200118?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-8044997981435754312008-09-30T07:28:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:30:34.939-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4Bv59PRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D5T7DuIRn28/s1600-h/TOKYO.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251821718157999378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI4Bv59PRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D5T7DuIRn28/s200/TOKYO.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mo Hayder</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-804499798143575431?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-53734505163429228682008-09-30T07:26:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:28:10.211-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI3dv5bLjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mRXe19H4YJ0/s1600-h/la+fôret+des+ombres.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251821099680476722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI3dv5bLjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mRXe19H4YJ0/s200/la+f%C3%B4ret+des+ombres.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Frank Thilliez</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-5373450516342922868?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-27419589789378545642008-09-30T07:25:00.002-07:002008-09-30T07:26:54.328-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI3KhF7bMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0qA_L_8aaBM/s1600-h/la+chambre+des+morts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251820769288875202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI3KhF7bMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0qA_L_8aaBM/s200/la+chambre+des+morts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Frank Thilliez</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-2741958978937854564?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-34074868299874644782008-09-30T07:25:00.001-07:002008-10-14T15:58:11.755-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUj-kHXP9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/G-HK4N-R8Ic/s1600-h/la+cité+des+jarres1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257147697778343890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUj-kHXP9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/G-HK4N-R8Ic/s200/la+cit%C3%A9+des+jarres1.bmp" border="0" /></a> Arnaldur Indridason<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-3407486829987464478?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-20144928817227645412008-09-30T07:24:00.001-07:002008-09-30T07:25:04.933-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI2uwzHPSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KLVkrnpjyDA/s1600-h/l"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251820292468587810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI2uwzHPSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KLVkrnpjyDA/s200/l%27homme+du+lac.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Arnaldur Indridason</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-2014492881722764541?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-308127476869974792008-09-30T07:23:00.000-07:002008-10-14T15:56:04.661-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUjdKX1UDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cbj_bhyKoMc/s1600-h/la+voix+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257147123932418098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SPUjdKX1UDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cbj_bhyKoMc/s200/la+voix+1.bmp" border="0" /></a> Arnaldur Indridason<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-30812747686997479?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-44198186688121454062008-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:23:41.687-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI2aUAxY6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xnx6TpkF8pM/s1600-h/la+femme+en+vert.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251819941143864226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI2aUAxY6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xnx6TpkF8pM/s200/la+femme+en+vert.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>arnaldur Indridason</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-4419818668812145406?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-90736410683219252102008-09-30T07:15:00.001-07:002008-09-30T07:19:10.334-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI1WRFq-bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8Aax5XqEWWY/s1600-h/la+nuit+des+temps.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818772128004530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI1WRFq-bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8Aax5XqEWWY/s200/la+nuit+des+temps.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Barjavel</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-9073641068321925210?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-71004824094532394162008-09-30T07:14:00.001-07:002008-09-30T07:15:05.345-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI0ZN1UFII/AAAAAAAAAEw/GlFJGjOE5jA/s1600-h/la+joie+de+vivre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251817723282068610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI0ZN1UFII/AAAAAAAAAEw/GlFJGjOE5jA/s200/la+joie+de+vivre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Zola</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-7100482409453239416?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-16069815327943951412008-09-30T07:12:00.001-07:002008-09-30T07:13:45.607-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI0FK4mC5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HraSHJkIroo/s1600-h/terre+des+oublis.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251817378893138834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOI0FK4mC5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/HraSHJkIroo/s200/terre+des+oublis.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Duong Thu Huong</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-1606981532794395141?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-6592513357269342582008-09-30T07:09:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:11:24.292-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIzhCMZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/gZmJN-JM6D8/s1600-h/legende_de_gosta_berling.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816758085018594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIzhCMZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/gZmJN-JM6D8/s200/legende_de_gosta_berling.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Selma LagerlÖf</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-659251335726934258?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-60952925794912312382008-09-30T07:07:00.000-07:002008-10-14T15:25:44.337-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIzBnVcLyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3Ou1z68Hwz4/s1600-h/j"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816218299215650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIzBnVcLyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3Ou1z68Hwz4/s200/j%27ai+envie+de+toi+moccia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Frederico Moccia<br />Roman estudiantin sympa que j'aurais pris plaisir à lire à l'adolescence.<br />Cette petite balade dynamique -qui est la suite de "trois mètres au-dessus du ciel"- dans la capitale italienne m'a fait rajeunir de quelques années.<br />Accrochez-vous à votre livre, vous allez circuler de page en page comme on conduit une moto dans un dédale de rues transalpines!<br />Entre les "je t'aime, moi non plus", vous vivrez une belle histoire d'amour, électrique, entre une jeune femme rebelle et la "légende" de Rome.<br />Attention, ces deux jeunes amoureux n'ont pas fini de vous étonner et de vous faire tourner en bourrique!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-6095292579491231238?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-83656571845510236132008-09-30T07:05:00.000-07:002008-10-14T15:59:25.597-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIyoTK_A7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YR8tzaeOdiQ/s1600-h/les+déferlantes+gallay.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251815783389922226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIyoTK_A7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YR8tzaeOdiQ/s200/les+d%C3%A9ferlantes+gallay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Claudie Gallay</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-8365657184551023613?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-81532088042510372242008-09-30T07:04:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:05:45.204-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIyNODcX6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/tBfmBEczBHI/s1600-h/neige+pamuk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251815318159646626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIyNODcX6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/tBfmBEczBHI/s200/neige+pamuk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Orhan Pamuk</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-8153208804251037224?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-28100369744636529902008-09-30T07:01:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:03:52.091-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIxwkYWFjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0stx8LgUv_I/s1600-h/mister+pip.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251814825936688690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIxwkYWFjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0stx8LgUv_I/s200/mister+pip.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lloyd Jones</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-2810036974463652990?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-27725500753245025572008-09-30T06:59:00.000-07:002008-09-30T07:01:23.973-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIxLkY5aJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X6mJ0t_01J8/s1600-h/dernière+morsure+ariane+fornia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251814190283843730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIxLkY5aJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X6mJ0t_01J8/s200/derni%C3%A8re+morsure+ariane+fornia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ariane FORNIA</div><br /><div>Livre écrit à l'âge de 18 ans; chapeau!</div><br /><div>livre plein d'humour.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-2772550075324502557?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-4681332470683059762008-09-30T06:56:00.000-07:002008-09-30T06:58:48.966-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIwlLK2CVI/AAAAAAAAADw/yZCafbmp7E0/s1600-h/les+racines+du+mal+dantec.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251813530678987090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIwlLK2CVI/AAAAAAAAADw/yZCafbmp7E0/s200/les+racines+du+mal+dantec.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Maurice DANTEC<br />Un thriller assez hard mais qui ne m'a pas plus emballé que ça</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-468133247068305976?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-30778687569924874692008-09-30T06:49:00.000-07:002008-09-30T06:55:37.915-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIv0yNuieI/AAAAAAAAADo/FshpxMZ7hSk/s1600-h/la+danse+lente+des+tortues.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251812699346471394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIv0yNuieI/AAAAAAAAADo/FshpxMZ7hSk/s200/la+danse+lente+des+tortues.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/SOIvYiykn7I/AAAAAAAAADg/8G8YhvgYV3Q/s1600-h/la+danse+lente+des+tortues.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Il s'agit de la suite des yeux jaunes des crocodiles.</div><br /><br /><div>Autant ce-dernier m'avait vraiment ravi, autant le suivant m'a déçu.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-3077868756992487469?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-27321951724594179672007-10-30T11:47:00.000-07:002008-12-12T00:57:31.442-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/Ryd8snAhyCI/AAAAAAAAACg/WZm_BEpUas4/s1600-h/fleur+de+neige.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127203806611884066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/Ryd8snAhyCI/AAAAAAAAACg/WZm_BEpUas4/s200/fleur+de+neige.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span>Lisa SEE<br />Fleur de neige<br /><br />J'ai lu ce livre comme une vraie poésie. Je me suis laissée envoûter par la Chine et la formidable histoire d'amitié entre Fleur de lys et Fleur de neige. Mais l'aventure de ces deux laotongs (âme soeur) n'est pas un conte de fée. vous serez fascinés par le langage secret, vous protesterez contre la trahison, vous regimberez contre l'injustice, vous vous révolterez contre d'atroces coutumes endurées par les femmes comme le supplice des pieds bandés.<br />Ce livre est une sorte de témoignage de la condition et de l'éducation des femmes de la chine impériale.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-2732195172459417967?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-19730913819519392942007-10-30T11:27:00.000-07:002008-12-12T00:57:31.678-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/Ryd5_3AhyBI/AAAAAAAAACY/OFBzZgvE_Eo/s1600-h/le+soleil+des+scorta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127200838789482514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/Ryd5_3AhyBI/AAAAAAAAACY/OFBzZgvE_Eo/s200/le+soleil+des+scorta.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Laurent GAUDE<br />Le soleil des Scorta<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Contrairement aux critiques que j'ai pu lire, je me suis régalée en lisant ce petit court-bouillon où mijotent toutes les vicissitudes d’une famille maudite.<br />C’est au fil des pages que nous découvrons plusieurs générations de la famille des Scorta qui tente d’endiguer l’opprobre jetée sur leur lignée ; la famille née d’un viol est reprouvée par les habitants des Pouilles, petit village de pêcheurs sur les côtes italiennes.<br />C’est dans l’indigence et le malheur que nous suivons les péripéties des protagonistes qui à force de labeur et d’opiniâtreté arrivent avec grande peine à construire leur avenir sans jamais oublier l’authentique notion du bonheur, celui de se retrouver en famille. C’est donc dans cette marmite que vous trouverez tous les ingrédients d’un livre captivant engagé dans une course effrénée contre le destin.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-1973091381951939294?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807894425631560127.post-32062646425829610852007-10-30T09:52:00.000-07:002008-12-12T00:57:32.051-08:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/RydkJ3Ahx5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ebd2Jded9GY/s1600-h/les+yeux+jaunes+des+crocodiles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127176821332363154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ralSwhM5mbg/RydkJ3Ahx5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ebd2Jded9GY/s200/les+yeux+jaunes+des+crocodiles.jpg" width="138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Katherine</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">PANCOL</span><br />Les yeux jaunes des crocodiles<br /><br />Ce roman a reçu le prix maison de la presse en 2006.<br />J’ai raffolé de ce livre car il a éveillé en moi toutes sortes de sentiments. Notamment l’espoir <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">qu</span>’une vie peut à tout moment changer, évoluer, que rien n’est irrémédiable même après 30 ans ; derrière une difficulté en apparence insurmontable peut se cacher un nouveau projet, un destin insoupçonnable. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Dans cet écheveau d’existences qui s’emmêle et se démêle, les personnages sont à la fois attendrissants, antipathiques, menteurs, velléitaires, sournois, généreux, arrivistes, acerbes, tout comme ceux que nous croisons dans la rue. Vous en aimerez certains, vous détesterez les autres.<br />Nous avons envie de les bouger, les faire réagir, nous voulons tout secouer mais le livre est comme la vie ; les pages se tournent comme les jours passent, il faut être patient et faire confiance au destin….en l’occurrence à l’écrivain ! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807894425631560127-3206264642582961085?l=fleurdelivres.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lololesbonstuyauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05022838674215111743noreply@blogger.com0