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478 pages, Paperback
First published September 14, 2017
« Le souvenir de sa bouche disparaît lui aussi, de la même façon que lui. Vite et sans prévenir. Un peu comme on tombe amoureux. Un peu comme on meurt. »
« Je t’aime autant que le premier flocon de neige en hiver, autant que la cuillerée de Nutella en plein régime, autant que la douceur d’une plume sur la peau ou que les rayons du soleil qui percent la nuit chaque matin. »
“The memory of his mouth also disappears, the same way he does. Quickly and without warning. Just like we fall in love. Just like we die.”
“I love you as much as winter’s first snowflake, as much as a spoonful of Nutella during a diet, as much as the softness of a feather on my skin or as much as the ray of sunlight piercing through the night every morning.”