for some time, I thought that to read a book was like to fly to other place, to see what was otherwise impossible for me to see, and to learn things about a lot of different kind themes, like feelings, people, places, cultures and believes.
To read 'La damme aux camélias" is to believe in something really higher than that. It's to discover what strong human feelings like 'Love' are capable of! This book is about something that someone non-french would be incapable of write about. It's the story of the love of a young man and a prostitute. Can love exist between those two different persons? can those feelings be true? profound? eternal? I'm sorry but I just can't imagine a English aristocrat to be able to write a such story.
All about this book is love, compassion and devotion.
This is one of those books that make me think about my life. wondering about how many of us, simple mortals, have loved like Armand et Marguerite?
Life's unfair!

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