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M. chatouille chatouille tout le monde

Bienvenue à Misterland ! C'est une matinée claire et ensoleillée et tout le monde se lève.

M. chatouille se réveille et, toujours au lit, utilise son long bras mobile pour attraper un biscuit en bas. Puis il a sauté du lit.

M. chatouille s'est brossé les dents et a fait cuire une grosse saucisse, un œuf au plat et a fait du thé pour le petit-déjeuner.

Savez-vous à quoi ressemblait son petit déjeuner ? Disons que la saucisse ressemble au numéro 1, puis l'œuf et la tasse de thé, du haut, ressemblaient à une paire de zéros. L'avez-vous déjà deviné ?

C'est exact! Cela ressemblait au nombre cent.

Et M. chatouille a des centaines de personnes à chatouiller aujourd'hui.

Le premier qu'il chatouilla fut après avoir ouvert la porte. Il y avait Monsieur Timbre le facteur.

"Bonjour, M. chatouille!" Accueilli Monsieur Timbre le facteur.

Et avant qu'il ne puisse dire quoi que ce soit de plus, M. chatouille les chatouilla, ramassa les lettres et s'en alla.

Il y avait madame propette qui pendait des serviettes sur une corde à linge. M. chatouille a étiré ses bras agités et l'a chatouillée. Une serviette est tombée sur madame propette.

M. chatouille est passé devant la maison de Robinson et a chatouillé Mr. Robinson par la fenêtre. Il a utilisé son autre main pour chatouiller M. petit après être sorti de chez lui.

M. chatouille a continué à chatouiller les gens qu'il voyait.

Il chatouillé madame tête-en-l'air qui en avait perdu la tête.

M. silence qui avait hurlé de rire.

M. grand qui s'était plié en deux.

Madame risette qui en avait eu les larmes aux yeux.

M. glouton qui en avait eu mal au ventre.

Madame timide qui était devenue rouge comme une pivoine.

Il a chatouillé madame beauté jusqu'à ce que son chapeau glisse,

et M. avare jusqu'à ce que son portefeuille sorte,

et madame têtue le fera,

et M. inquiet le fera pas,

et madame coquette a laissé tomber son sac à main,

et M. bagarreur recule,

et madame follette a dansé,

et M. rigolo tombe,

et madame sage recommence à réfléchir,

et M. pressé s'enfuie,

et madame double tournent,

et M. peureux a sauté sur un arbre,

et madame vite-fait a perdu l'équilibre,

et M. joyeux est tombé sur le sol en riant,

et madame boulot s'est cogné la tête contre une barre,

et M. etourdi jusqu'à ce qu'il se souvienne.

M. chatouille est allé chercher des œufs à Farmer Fields.

« Bonjour, Farmer Fields ! Puis-je avoir des œufs de vous, s'il vous plaît ? »

"Prenez votre temps, M. chatouille." Champs d'agriculteurs répondus.

M. chatouille est entré dans le poulailler, a attrapé douze œufs, les a mis dans un panier et est parti. Puis ses longs bras chatouillèrent les poulets.

Il n'a pas seulement chatouillé les poulets, il a chatouillé une vache, un cochon, les canards, le champ de maïs, le champ de blé,

et madame petite.

"Merci Farmer Fields." A remercié M. chatouille, et il a donné un petit chatouillement à Farmer Fields.

M. chatouille était en route pour Seatown et est tombé sur une école. Il chatouillait le professeur, un garçon à lunettes, une fille à couettes, et Jack. M. rêve sort en riant sur le bureau de Jack.

Il a continué son chemin vers Seatown et est passé devant le cabinet du médecin. Il a chatouillé M. atchoum, M. malchance, et Doctor.

Madame canaille attendait dans une boîte aux lettres bleue. Elle voit M. chatouille et a attaché ses bras en un nœud. Cela n'a pas arrêté M. chatouille, car il a utilisé ses doigts chatouilleux et a chatouillé madame canaille.

Il voit M. grincheux quitter l'épicerie. M. chatouille ne peut tout simplement pas s'en empêcher, peu importe à quel point un gars peut être grincheux. Il a chatouillé M. grincheux et son épicerie est tombée par terre.

M. chatouille a continué à marcher dans la rue quand madame prudente a marché dans la direction opposée avec son parapluie, ses bottes de pluie et son chapeau de pluie. Ses bras se tendirent et la chatouillèrent. Le parapluie s'ouvrit et fit rebondir les mains.

M. chatouille est arrivé à Seatown et s'est assis sur le sable. Une main sortit un sandwich et il en prit une bouchée. Puis l'autre main a chatouillé une mouette.

M. chatouille a continué à chatouiller plus de gens alors qu'il était assis là.

Il a chatouillé madame tintamarre construisant un château de sable,

et M. rapide levant un drapeau,

et madame indécise se promenant,

et M. malin lisant un livre,

et madame range-tout a laissé tomber une boîte de coquillages,

et M. parfait debout dans la brise marine.

Il a chatouillé madame geniale tirant sa planche de surf vers le sable,

et M. maigre sur un voilier,

et madame je-sais-tout sur un kayak,

et M. méli-mélo,

et madame autoritaire,

et M. etonnant,

et madame dodue.

M. chatouille voit M. incroyable sur un nuage. Il essaya de le chatouiller d'en haut en étirant ses longs bras. Ses bras ne sont pas assez longs pour chatouiller M. incroyable. Il a essayé, essayé et essayé.

Le vent a chassé le nuage de M. incroyable et il est tombé dans les bras de M. chatouille.

Il a continué à marcher et a rencontré Monsieur Pinceau le peintre. Il peint une clôture. Il a chatouillé Monsieur Pinceau et il est tombé par terre. M. curieux a regardé par-dessus la clôture et a vu M. chatouille. Avant que M. curieux ne dise quoi que ce soit, il a été chatouillé par une paire de mains orange. Les mains de M. chatouille !

Après le déjeuner, il se dirigea vers un arrêt de bus, M. maladroit marchait le long et enfila un couvercle de trou d'homme.

« Oh non ! » Dit M. maladroit.

M. chatouille lui a donné un chatouillement.

M. chatouille a attendu un bus. Il se tenait derrière M. heureux, debout derrière M. bruit, debout derrière madame catastrophe, debout derrière madame porquoi, debout derrière M. non, debout derrière M. nigaud, debout derrière M. costaud, debout derrière M. farceur, debout derrière madame oui, debout derrière madame tout-va-bien, dans une file d'attente de bus.

Lorsque le bus est arrivé, M. chatouille s'est assis à l'arrière, a étiré son bras et les a tous chatouillés.

C'était un long voyage, mais cela n'ennuierait pas M. chatouille.

En cours de route, il a chatouillé M. neige à Coldland,

M. malpoli près d'une fontaine,

et les bavards à la maison bavard.

Il a chatouillé M. tatillon dans une cabine téléphonique,

et madame bonheur dans un supermarché,

et madame chance au bord d'un lac,

et M. farfelu sous la pluie,

et madame collet-monté dans un bureau de poste,

et M. bing sur un terrain de basket,

et madame boute-en-train en jouant au frisbee,

et madame acrobate quelque part.

Il est descendu du bus et a poursuivi son voyage de retour.

Il a chatouillé madame chipie en rigolant.

Il a chatouillé madame en retard en courant vers la maison.

Il a chatouillé madame casse-pieds bavardant.

Il a chatouillé M. sale dans un tas de bric-à-brac.

Il a chatouillé M. endormi sur un hamac.

Il a même chatouillé un ver.

Il a chatouillé M. bizarre, M. á l'envers, madame vedette, M. courageux, M. grognon, madame moi je, madame contrarie et M. lent !

Ha ha !

M. chatouille avait encore une personne à chatouiller. Tard dans la soirée, madame magie était sur son tapis magique. M. chatouille étendit ses bras par la fenêtre et la chatouilla. Le tapis a atterri en toute sécurité.

M. chatouille a soupé, s'est brossé les dents et est allé se coucher.

Il y a quelqu'un que M. chatouille n'a pas encore chatouillé. Savez-vous qui ?

C'est M. chatouille, lui-même ! Il posa sa main sur sa tête et chatouilla dans son sommeil.

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Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee

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The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

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We are very sad to announce the death of our dear mother, grandmother and greatgrandmother

Evy Hope Baker (nee Follett)

In the age of 77 years

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The Book Club - Fantasy & Sci-Fi

The Fantasy & Sci-Fi Book Club TBR list:

A Court Of Thorns And Roses by Sarah J. Maas

A Darker Shade Of Magic by V.E. Schwab

A Touch Of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair

Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer

Circe by Madeline Miller

Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer

From Bllood And Ash by Jennifer Armentrout

Lore by Alexandra Bracken

Neon Gods by Katee Robert

New Moon by Stephanie Meyer

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Complete Fairy Tales by The Brothers Grimm

The Invisible Life Of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

The Pillars Of The Earth by Ken Follett

The Priory Of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

The Song Of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Wrath And The Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

To Kill A Kingdom by Alexaxndra Christo

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer

Odin's Child by Siri Pettersen

The Gilded Ones by Namina Forna

House Of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Testements by Margaret Atwood

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

Rabbits by Terry Miles

The Employees by Olga Ravn

Future Crimes by Mike Ashley

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

Klara And The Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro

Harry Potter Books by J.K. Rowling

[poesiecritique]

hier high life

je ne connais pas le cinéma de Claire Denis, je ne connais pas Claire Denis, je ne cesse d’entendre: le cinéma de Claire Denis, sans point de suspension, avec juste une question : tu ne connais pas ? et puis une autre, presque la même : ah ? tu ne connais pas ? 

plus précisément, jusqu’hier, jusqu’à High Life, je ne connais pas le cinéma de Claire Denis, donc je ne pourrais dire d’High Life que ce que j’en ai vu, sans perspective, sans autre perspective de son histoire, de son cinéma, du cinéma de Claire Denis

j’ai vu du vide, des espaces vides dans le vide de l’espace, presque jamais montré, montré comme on montre l’intérieur d’un ventre le vide intersidéral, le vide, le vide creusé à pleines mains errant dans un vide sidéral qui est tout aussi bien l’infini qu’un ventre, j’ai vu des corps, des corps violents, des corps qui gravent au tesson, qui tuent et sont tués, j’ai vu un corps nu qui femme et âgé spasmodique jouit dans une boîte noire, un corps qui refuse toute jouissance et qui corps d’homme est violé, un autre corps que la violence d’un homme ne parvient pas à violer mais qui femme le sera par la même femme que celle qui viole le corps d’homme, comme l’on viole l’espace que l’on veut inséminer de notre présence, et comme l’espace digère, pour le moment, dans sa lumière, sans conséquence, des corps qui tuent, qui devenus fous d’espace infini et d’huis clos tuent et sont tués pour pouvoir mourir le choisissant

“même dans l’espace ce sont les noir-es qui meurent les premiers” nous rappelle Claire Denis, et cette femme qui meurt la première, cette femme isolée, racisée, ce n’est pas l’homme racisé du groupe en vrille qui la protège, je pense à Audre Lorde, et les femmes et les hommes, et quels rapports entre eux, ce n’est pas cet homme, c’est envers laquelle la violence s’exerce répétée sans même qu’elle ne puisse se défendre, une seule autre, pas toutes les femmes, une seule autre femme qui, à répétions, tout le temps, dès que possible, la protège

j’ai vu le temps s’écouler, le temps à rebours, le temps lent, la lente mise en place d’une torsion, d’aucunes diraient narration, en flashback qui n’en sont plus, j’ai pensé à Stalker de Tarkowski, j’ai pensé à 2001 de Kubrick, appris compris se plaçant au même endroit réflectif, dans la même esthétique temporelle, l’avancée impossible, et les images qui viennent de temps immémoriaux, qu’on ne peut plus, que celles et ceux embarqués ne veulent ne peuvent veulent désirer veulent détruire, virales images, celles des souvenirs dans les souvenirs qui ici, dans le vide de l’immense emmène, un meurtre pour un chien, le meurtre d’une jeune femme pour la mort d’un chien qui été aimé, tenu en laisse et aimé, adoré, et cette laisse, cette laisse défaite du cou du chien, c’est peut-être toute l’histoire d’High Life, toute l’histoire d’une liberté paradoxale retrouvée dans le cœur de la mort, la vacillance d’une vie,    

il y a deux plans d’une matérialité étrange, une main au dessus d’un puits qui lâche quelque chose auquel répond celui d’un navire interstellaire qui dans l’infini reste immobile, c’est à dire se meut par un mouvement de caméra supposé - tout est parfois si lent que les mouvements de caméra parfois s’absentent de notre percpetion ; et j’en oublie un troisième, celui du monstre que chevauche dans la boîte noire à fantasmes, à jouissance, le monstre que chevauche la scientifique, l’infanticide, y a-t-il un mot pour dire celle qui tue son mari, que chevauche la scientifique, la tueuse, la violeuse, l’ensemenceuse, peut-on dire que la sorcière dans toute sa force vitale chevauche un monstre informe un énorme étron avant que vieille et jeune, ses cheveux serpents, avant qu’elle ne flotte ses cheveux épars tout autour d’elle se laissant glisser dans le vide, dans l’espace, dérivée habillée auréolée de ses cheveux noirs et longs dansant encore alors qu’elle est morte, l’est-elle ?, tout y est de la sorcière qui est aussi celle qui crée la vie, une vie, car peut-être sans elle cette vie sans tous ces mort-es aussi serait advenue, les parents déjà commençaient à se sourire, commençaient, pouce sur la mâchoire et follette, commençaient à nous promettre, Caire Denis commençait à nous promettre que peut-être dans le vide, deux êtres, peut-être, allaient s’aimer ?

j’ai vu des images très plates, sans perspective, très rares sont les perspectives, tout est filmé contre, tout contre, tout le temps, et il n’y a de la distance qui apparaît seulement quand l’espace se vide,

j’ai eu le souffle suspendu, qu’est-ce ?, qu’est-ce qui s’est passé ?, que se passe-t-il ?, qui ?, j’ai vu comme le tournevis qui s’échappe dans l’infini tous les ressorts des histoires de genre, du genre de la science-fiction, comme la panne, comme le manque de ressources, comme la catastrophe venue de l’environnement, comme l’extra-terrestre, être écartés, inopérants ; dans l’espace et l’infini toujours encore la mort et la vie venue des êtres humain-es ; j’ai pensé à ces expériences étranges qui ont lieu, ont eu lieu dans le ventre de Moscou, Mars500, ces expériences étranges où des hommes, de futurs cosmonautes qui ne partiront peut-être jamais dans l’espace sont enfermés pendant 500 jours pour voir, voir comment à quel moment l’équilibre, la bienveillance s’arrêtaient, d’où naissent les frustrations, pour mettre en équation les sentiments, pour imaginer comment rendre possible la vie dans un espace confinée le reste de la vie, 

j’ai vu un jardin, un petit jardin bleu et vert, dans lequel il est possible de vivre comme de mourir, qui permet de vivre comme de mourir j’ai entendu “ne mange pas ta pisse, ne mange pas ta merde, même si c’est recyclé, c’est tabou”, dit à une toute petite enfant, pour laquelle le mot tabou devient un jouet sonore, ta-boo, ta-boo, ta-boo ; j’ai vu une ellipse, pas d’éducation, “qu’est-ce que tu fais ? - je prie - tu pries quel dieu ? - je ne sais pas, j’ai vu faire ça dans les images qui nous parviennent de la terre, je voulais voir ce que ça fait” ; juste l’advenue d’une jeune femme étrange et sage - “est-ce que je ressemble à ma mère ?” ; ta-boo ; ta-booh ! ; ce mot est un ressort que Claire Denis, comme le premier tournevis, égare, nous égare, et nous confronte au tabou de l’inceste, à nous même, nos constructions mentales, sociales, nos peurs, mes peurs, entre ce père et sa fille, que va-t-il advenir, que peut-il advenir, jusqu’à quel point irons-nous dans l’espace, l’infini et le vide, 

j’ai vu des couleurs, de très belles couleurs, pleines, vertes, jaunes, bleues, oranges, noires, pleines, rythmant stéréoscopiques

je me suis demandée : science-fiction post-patriarcale, oui, non, oui les femmes et les hommes même si genrés sont désassignés, la violence des femmes est rarement celle de l’impuissance, de la folie peut-être, mais celle qui transforme, transmute, femmes et hommes, femmes puis hommes puis femmes, jusqu’à une résolution qui ne dit rien, ne rien dire c’est déjà ne pas imposer, la suspension est souvent vertueuse, ouvre, permet de revenir, comme dans le jardin vert et bleu du navire interstellaire n°7, gros container maritime, y revenir, continuer à y penser, qu’est-ce que c’est cette lumière, la lumière du trou noir, est-ce que la douceur qui finalement est née de la violence va-t-elle y disparaître ?    

[weirdesplinder]

Lista di libri dedicati a furti e ladri

Sull’onda della visione del telefilm La casa di carta on #Netflix ho deciso di proporvi una lista di romanzi che parlino appunto di ladri e furti. Un argomento che ha sempre interessato molto la letteratura. Naturalmenet non è una lista esaustiva, i titoli sono così tanti, ma ho cercato di darvi più titoli in ogni nicchia del genere e tutti reperibili in italiano.

Partiamo dai classici naturalmente:

- L' eredità misteriosa. Rocambole. Vol. 1 (1857) di Pierre Alexis Ponson du Terrail

Primo volume del ciclo dedicato al ladro Rocambole

1812, mentre le truppe di Napoleone si ritirano dalla Russia, si compie una sanguinosa vendetta tra due ufficiali della Grande Armata francese. Molti anni dopo, a Parigi, gli eredi di quella faida danno vita a una lotta senza esclusione di colpi tra il Bene e il Male. Da una parte il conte Armand de Kergaz, che impiega le sue risorse a favore dei più deboli, dall'altra il fratellastro Andréa, alias sir Williams, vero e proprio genio del crimine, mentore del futuro protagonista: Rocambole. Sullo sfondo di una città affascinante quanto pericolosa, inizia così uno dei capisaldi del romanzo d'appendice, dove non mancano amori, passioni e cruenti delitti.

- Raffles: il ladro gentiluomo (1898) di Ernest William Hornung

Primo libro della serie sul ladro gentiluomo Raffles

È mezzanotte sull’Albany Street londinese. Harry “Bunny” Manders ha perso tutto al gioco. Negli ultimi tempi la sfortuna lo perseguita. Il suo lavoro come giornalista non rende e l’unica cosa sensata da fare sembra quella di introdursi nell’appartamento di uno dei creditori. A.J. Raffles è un suo vecchio compagno di scuola, forse a lui può confessare l’inutilità degli assegni che ha firmato, il suo conto in rosso. Raffles lo guarda con i suoi occhi azzurri taglienti, accende una Sullivan e prepara due whisky e soda. Ma Bunny non ha voglia di bere, Bunny ha una pistola nella tasca del suo cappotto e se la punta dritta sulla tempia. Intravedere una via d’uscita dalla situazione è quasi impossibile, eppure Raffles, carezzandosi il suo curato pizzetto, propone un piano. Forse un suo amico può aiutarli entrambi; ma quale amico si va a trovare nel cuore della notte, alla luce dei fiammiferi, in un appartamento abbandonato che guarda caso sta proprio sopra la famosa gioielleria dell’amico in questione?

- Arsenio Lupin (1905) di Maurice Leblanc

Anche questa è una serie di libri, ma Newton Compton ha raccolto tutti i vari racconti in un unico volume nel caso vi interessi intitolato Tutte le avventure di Arsenio Lupin

Arsenio Lupin è un raffinato ladro gentiluomo, amante delle donne, del gioco d'azzardo e dotato di uno spiccato sense of humor. Per questo personaggio pare che Maurice Leblanc si sia ispirato a Marius Jacob, anarchico francese e ladro inafferrabile.

- La primula rossa (1905) di Emma Orczy

Primo libro di un ciclo dedicato alla Primula Rossa

Parigi, anno di grazia 1792. Il Regime del Terrore semina il caos. I “maledetti aristos”, sventurati discendenti delle famiglie aristocratiche francesi, vengono mandati a morte dall'implacabile tribunale del popolo: ogni giorno le teste di uomini, donne e bambini cadono sotto la lama della ghigliottina. Ma in loro aiuto interviene un personaggio inafferrabile e misterioso, il quale, attraverso rocambolesche e ingegnose fughe, riesce a portare oltremanica i perseguitati del regime, nella libera Inghilterra. Dietro di sé non lascia tracce, se non il proprio marchio: un piccolo fiore scarlatto, che gli varrà il soprannome di Primula Rossa. Ma quale identità si cela dietro questo pseudonimo? Chi è l'audace salvatore, disposto a rischiare la propria vita in nome della nobile causa? L'incognita ossessiona l'astuto e crudele funzionario del governo francese Chauvelin e affascina l'alta società inglese: ma la soluzione del mistero si rivelerà tanto insospettabile quanto geniale. romance e romanzo d'avventura, il ciclo della "Primula Rossa" viene qui presentato in una nuova traduzione.

- Simon Templar, alias il Santo (1928) di Leslie Charteris

Serie di più di 50 romanzi

Simon Templar è un Robin Hood moderno, un giustiziere che agisce ai margini della legge e che, almeno nelle apparizioni iniziali, non disdegna l'omicidio a fini di giustizia. Di lui si sa poco: è probabilmente di umili origini, è dotato di uno spiccato sense of humour e ha una nutrita serie di identità fasulle. Il suo segno di riconoscimento è una stilizzata figura umana con un'aureola sui bigliettini che lascia a mo' di firma sul luogo delle sue imprese per lo scorno dei rappresentanti della legge, abitualmente beffati: l'ispettore Teal di Scotland Yard e l'ispettore John Fernack della polizia di New York.

- Il barone fa il poliziotto (The Baron), di John Creasey sotto pseudonimo Anthony Morton

Anche questa è una lunga serie di libri brevi

Protagonista delle storie è John Mannering, un antiquario inglese con negozi a Washington, Parigi e Londra; in realtà è un agente segreto ex ladro di gioielli che sta indagando su casi di spionaggio internazionale con l'aiuto del suo collaboratore David Marlowee.

- Il ladro che credeva di essere Bogart (1977) di Lawrence Block

Un ladro, una città, un mistero. Il ladro è Bernie Rodhenbarr, disincantato libraio con l'hobby del furto e una netta inclinazione a ficcare il naso in faccende pericolose. La città è New York, una categoria dello spirito più che una metropoli, con i suoi cinemini d'essai dove è ancora possibile scambiare la realtà per un sogno in bianco e nero. Il mistero è quello di un cadavere in cerca d'autore

 Romanzi più Contemporanei:

- La grande rapina di Nizza di Ken Follett

Il libro è una ricostruzione delle vicende connesse con la grande rapina di Nizza, portata a termine ai danni della filiale nizzarda della banca Société Générale da una banda di malviventi capeggiati da Alberto Spaggiari. La "grande rapina" fu definita tale per l'ammontare del maltolto (circa cento milioni di franchi dell'epoca) e per le modalità, dal momento che i ladri penetrarono nel caveau della banca tramite una galleria scavata a partire da alcuni cunicoli fognari cittadini.

- Vuoto di luna di Michael Connelly

Cassie Black ha passato sei anni in prigione per un furto al casinò dove ha perso la vita il suo compagno. Durante la libertà vigilata progetta di riprendersi la figlia, in adozione, arraffare un sacco di soldi e scomparire nel nulla. Ma qualcuno le sta alle costole...

- Il principe dei ladri di Chuck Hogan

Claire Keesey, direttrice di filiale di un istituto di credito di Boston, viene presa in ostaggio durante una rapina. I banditi sono quattro: Doug, Jem, Gloansy e Dez. "Fanno banda" sin dai tempi della scuola, e oggi sono rapinatori affiatati, precisi, spregiudicati e inafferrabili. Sono cresciuti insieme a Charlestown, un quartiere di Boston dove "guadagnarsi il pane" equivale a svaligiare una banca. Ma Doug, il cervello della banda, non aveva messo in conto che, insieme con una montagna di quattrini, dal colpo in banca si sarebbe portato a casa anche un cuore ferito. Gli sono bastati pochi attimi per innamorarsi di Claire. Continua a pensarla, dopo la rapina: sa dove abita, la segue, fa in modo di incontrarla, di sedurla.

- La modista, un romanzo con guardia e ladri di Andrea Vitali

Nella notte hanno tentato un furto in comune, ma la guardia Firmato Bicicli non ha visto nulla. Invece, quando al gruppetto dei curiosi accorsi davanti al municipio s'avvicina Anna Montani, il maresciallo Accadi la vede, eccome: un vestito di cotonina leggera e lì sotto pienezze e avvallamenti da far venire l'acquolina in bocca. Da quel giorno Bicicli avrà un solo pensiero: acciuffare i ladri che l'hanno messo in ridicolo e che continuano a colpire indisturbati. Anche il maresciallo Accadi, da poco comandante della locale stazione dei carabinieri, da quel momento ha un'idea fissa. Ma intorno alla bella modista e al suo segreto ronzano altri mosconi: per primo Romeo Gargassa, che ha fatto i soldi con il mercato nero durante la guerra e ora continua i suoi loschi traffici; e anche il giovane Eugenio Pochezza, erede della benestante signora Eutrice nonché corrispondente locale della "Provincia"

- La falsaria di B.A. Shapiro

Sono circa tre anni che per il mondo dell’arte Claire Roth è un paria, una grande millantatrice. Dopo uno scandalo che la ha coinvolta sia sul piano personale che su quello professionale, Claire si è ridotta a lavorare per un’azienda che vende online «repliche perfette» di capolavori della storia dell’arte. Un giorno riceve l’inaspettata visita di Aiden Markel, il proprietario della famosa Markel G, una delle gallerie più in vista di Boston e New York. Markel irrompe nel suo loft con una singolare proposta: una mostra, nella sua galleria, delle opere originali di Claire in cambio della realizzazione di un falso da parte sua. Non una replica à la Roth, ma un vero e proprio falso da dipingere su una tela d’epoca. Una mostra tutta sua è qualcosa di irrinunciabile per Claire. Quando, però, Markel si ripresenta al loft con l’opera originale da falsificare, il cuore di Claire Roth sobbalza. Il quadro, uno dei grandi capolavori di Degas, fu staccato, infatti, in una notte di pioggia, dalle pareti dell’Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum e la tela strappata alla sua cornice da una coppia di ladri maldestri, impegnati nel più grande furto d’arte ancora irrisolto della storia.

 Romanzi più leggeri e rosa:

Un sentimento pericolo di Suzanne Enoch

Samantha Jellicoe è una ladra e ne è orgogliosa. Amante delle cose belle, non esita a procurarsele rubando ai ricchi le loro opere d’arte. Tutto cambia, però, la notte in cui tenta un furto in una villa a Palm Beach: l’esplosione di una bomba uccide una guardia e lei finisce per salvare la vita del padrone di casa, il playboy miliardario Richard Addison. Samantha è una ladra, è vero, ma se qualcuno pensa di farla passare per un’assassina si sbaglia di grosso. E se Richard è abituato a essere assediato dalle donne, quella che ha trovato in casa sua non sembra affatto interessata a lui. Però è vivo solo grazie a lei, l’unica a potergli dare le risposte che cerca. Così, fra gli intrighi del mondo dorato di Palm Beach, la seducente Samantha e l’affascinante Richard seguiranno gli indizi per scoprire anche il mistero di ciò che li unisce.

Ladro lui, ladra lei di Dani Sinclair

Brenna ama l'avventura, ma deve ammettere che introdursi in casa d'altri per sottrarre un dipinto sia un tantino eccessivo. Eppure non ha scelta: la reputazione del nonno, famoso pittore, dipende da lei. Ma quando Brenna, invece di mettere le mani sulla preziosa tela, un sensualissimo nudo femminile, si trova tra le braccia del ladro più sexy che abbia mai visto, il suo stupore è alle stelle. In realtà Spencer Griffen è un onesto cittadino, costretto a dare la caccia al fantomatico quadro per... comune senso del pudore! Insieme...

Una ladra tra le lenzuola di KRISTIN GABRIEL

Michael Wolff è giovane, scapolo e carino. In più è miliardario. Perciò è normale che le donne lo cerchino e mirino al suo denaro. Quello che Michael proprio non si aspetta è di trovarne una addirittura che sta aprendo la sua cassaforte! Sarah Hewitt, questo il nome della presunta ladra, in realtà ha un ottimo motivo per avere... le mani nel sacco. Il difficile sarà convincere Michael delle sue buone ragioni. Così, quando lui le fa una proposta che non si può rifiutare...

Il ladro di cuori di KRISTIN GABRIEL

Maddie Griffin è decisa a dimostrare al padre che ha tutte le carte in regola per far parte dell'agenzia investigativa di famiglia. Così, quando sulle pagine di una rivista riconosce la foto del famigerato Bandito Casanova, alias Tanner Blackburn, decide che deve essere lei a consegnare il fuggiasco alla giustizia. In realtà Tanner non ha mai nemmeno preso una multa per eccesso di velocità, ma prima di riuscire a spiegarlo a Maddie... è già in manette!

 Una pericolosa rubacuori di TORI CARRINGTON

 Nicole Bennett, flessuosa e sensuale come un gatto, sa anche tirare fuori gli artigli e, poiché è una inafferrabile ladra di gioielli, questa dote le è molto utile. Spera che lo sarà ancora di più quando cercherà di rubare il cuore di Alex Cassevetis.

  All’interno del Genere fantasy:

Sei di corvi di Leigh Bardugo

A Ketterdam, vivace centro di scambi commerciali internazionali, non c'è niente che non possa essere comprato e nessuno lo sa meglio di Kaz Brekker, cresciuto nei vicoli bui e dannati del Barile, la zona più malfamata della città, un ricettacolo di sporcizia, vizi e violenza. Kaz, detto anche Manisporche, è un ladro spietato, bugiardo e senza un grammo di coscienza che si muove con disinvoltura tra bische clandestine, traffici illeciti e bordelli, con indosso gli immancabili guanti di pelle nera e un bastone decorato con una testa di corvo. Uno che, nonostante la giovane età, tutti hanno imparato a temere e rispettare. Un giorno Brekker viene avvicinato da uno dei più ricchi e potenti mercanti della città e gli viene offerta una ricompensa esorbitante a patto che riesca a liberare lo scienziato Bo Yul-Bayur dalla leggendaria Corte di Ghiaccio, una fortezza considerata da tutti inespugnabile. Una missione impossibile che Kaz non è in grado di affrontare da solo. Assoldati i cinque compagni di avventura – un detenuto con sete di vendetta, un tiratore scelto col vizio del gioco, uno scappato di casa con un passato da privilegiato, una spia che tutti chiamano lo "Spettro", una ragazza dotata di poteri magici –, ladri e delinquenti con capacità fuori dal comune e così disperati da non tirarsi indietro nemmeno davanti alla possibilità concreta di non fare più ritorno a casa, Kaz è pronto a tentare l'ambizioso quanto azzardato colpo. Per riuscirci, però, lui e i suoi compagni dovranno imparare a lavorare in squadra e a fidarsi l'uno dell'altro, perché il loro potenziale può sì condurli a compiere grandi cose, ma anche provocare grossi danni...

Gli inganni di Locke Lamora di Scott Lynch

Piccolo di statura, deboluccio e un po' imbranato con la spada, Locke Lamora ha però un grande punto di forza: nessuno lo può battere quanto ad astuzia e abilità truffaldina. E benché sia vero che ruba ai ricchi nessun povero ha mai visto un soldo bucato dei suoi furti. Tutto ciò su cui mette le mani lo tiene per sé e per i Bastardi Galantuomini, la sua banda. A suo modo, Locke è il re di Camorr, una città che sembra nata dall'acqua, ornata di migliaia di ponti e di sontuosi palazzi barocchi e popolata da mercanti, soldati, accattoni e, ovviamente, ladri. In realtà, Camorr è il dominio di Capa Barsavi, perversa mente criminale, che da qualche tempo è impegnato in una lotta senza quartiere con il Re Grigio, altro personaggio decisamente poco raccomandabile. Impiccione per natura, Locke si ritrova suo malgrado in mezzo a questo scontro di titani e rischia di lasciarci le penne. Anche perché il suo misterioso passato nasconde un segreto che può mettere in pericolo l'intera nazione camorrana...

Ladri di spade di Micheal J. Sullivan

Royce Melborn, ladro matricolato, e il suo degno compare, il mercenario Hadrian Blackwater, si guadagnano comodamente da vivere portando a termine imprese rischiose per conto di nobili di dubbia moralità, finché non vengono ingaggiati per sgraffignare una spada leggendaria. Questa volta, però, si troveranno coinvolti nell'assassinio di un re e intrappolati in una trama oscura che va ben oltre l'assassinio di un sovrano. Riusciranno i nostri eroi - l'ambizioso furfante e lo spadaccino idealista - a dipanare un antico mistero che ha rovesciato re e distrutto potenti imperi? Inizia così la nostra storia, densa di avventure, tradimenti, duelli, magia e leggende.

Harold il ladro di Aleksej Pechov

Un'immensa armata si sta radunando: migliaia di giganti, ogre e altre creature stanno unendo le forze da tutte le Terre Desolate, unite, per la prima volta nella storia, sotto un solo vessillo nero. Entro la primavera, forse anche prima, colui che è conosciuto come il Senza Nome raggiungerà con il suo esercito le mura della grande città di Avendoom. A meno che Harold l'Ombra, uno dei ladri più abili al mondo, non trovi un modo di fermarlo. Un romanzo che porta ai vertici la epic fantasy, il primo di una trilogia che segue le imprese di Harold l'Ombra, leggendario ladro di Siala, alla ricerca di un corno magico in grado di riportare la pace nel suo regno. Compagni d'avventura nel suo viaggio saranno una principessa elfica, Miralissa, la sua scorta, dieci Cuori Selvaggi, i guerrieri più esperti e mortali del mondo... e il giullare di corte del re (che potrebbe essere molto più - o molto meno - di quanto sembra).

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Music Monday - Clare Follett Edition

At just 15, Clare Follett has already begun to make a name for herself in St. John’s. While she he spent 2016 covering all 52 singles from Canadian band Mariana’s Trench, she has also written a few of her own originals.

While I was out at a local coffee shop this past Friday night, she was the evening entertainment. I was supposed to be studying, but I was so captivated by her voice, I really didn’t get anything done. I knew then that I wanted to share her voice with you guys. She just gave me chills listening to her.

Check out her original song “I Need You” above.  It’s a beautiful song, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Keep dancing, -Ashley B

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Dans la paille

Quatrième lettre de Violette à Louise.

La Chapelle-près-Sées, le 13 juillet 1927

Louise, mon ormeau,

Que ta petite Ninon pleure. Il n'y a là rien de bien sévère. Elle est tout bonnement de ce genre de garces qui n'entendent point que le goût d'autres cons n'efface ni l'inclination que tu as pour le sien, ni la tendresse que tu as pour son cœur. Reste telle que tu es, et dis-lui sincèrement ton affection comme tu le fis avec moi. J'avais bien un petit vague-à-l'âme certains soirs, à te savoir la tête entre les cuisses de Suzon ou de Mathilde, mais j'étais à chaque fois plus heureuse de ton retour, et toi plus belle et plus follette encore, de sorte que je ne t'en aimais que plus.

Tu me demandes comment je reconnais les jumelles. Eh bien tandis qu’on croise Agathe avec un ruban pervenche dans les cheveux, la bouffette qui orne ceux d’Agnès est de couleur fuchsia. Mais qui sait si elles ne les auront pas échangés tantôt. Sans cela, elles ont bien les mêmes cheveux blond vénitien soyeux et ondulés, les mêmes grands yeux, verts comme des amandes fraîches, dans un visage un peu rond mais gracieux, les pommettes et les ailes du nez éclaboussées de quelques éphélides, ainsi que la même belle fraise charnue en guise de bouche. Ajoutes-y des nichons déjà fermes et ovés comme des beurrés d’Anjou, des hanches joliment pleines plantées sur un joufflu si rond qu’on a envie de le serrer fort contre soi, et tu verras les deux jolies sœurs que le destin m’a offertes.

Avec elles, quand l'après-midi est libre, nous disparaissons après le déjeuner pour rejoindre les petites paysannes des environs. Furet, chat, collin-maillard : nous jouons comme des gamines. Jeudi, après que, essoufflées, nous nous fûmes assises à l’ombre pour une partie de corbillon, j'eus droit à une nouvelle expression de l’espièglerie de toute cette petite bande. Très vite la règle du jeu fut brisée, et sans que nulle ne dise ce que figurait ledit corbillon, toutes nous pensions à la même chose. Et enfin je me décidai à ne plus rester coite. Nous ne cherchâmes bientôt plus de rimes en « -on », et les réponses à la question « Dans mon corbillon j’y mets… » fusaient :

Pascaline, la fille de ferme :

— Une banane ! 

Agathe :

— Trois doigts !

Manon, la fille du meunier :

— Une carotte (petits rires)

Agnès : 

— La pine d’Étienne ! (rires)

Moi, du tac au tac :

— Le nez d'Agathe ! (éclats de rire)

Et nos rires s’amplifiaient à chaque nouvelle réponse, au point que nous avions du mal à articuler nos propositions tant nous pouffions. Il s’en est peu fallu que Pascaline ne pisse dans ses linges !

Mais au milieu de ces ris, je ne manquai pas de remarquer le regard d'Agathe qui brillait d'un éclat tout inédit, tandis qu'Agnès, me regardant aussi, lui parlait à l'oreille. Aussi, durant la partie de cache-cache qui s’ensuivit, je ne fus pas étonnée quand la première me retrouva derrière le buisson que j’avais choisi. Elle s’assit près de moi et me glissa à l’oreille : « C’est Agnès qui cherche. Elle ne viendra pas ici ! ». Puis, elle posa sa tête sur mon épaule, et sa main sur mon genoux commença de remonter ma jupe, en froissant le tissu. Sa petite langue fraîche dans mon cou et la douceur de pêche de sa peau me causèrent un grand émoi. Je fus vite toute dure, et la laxité de mes dessous d’été allait vite laisser paraître ma roideur sous ma jupe ! Aussi, quand sa main remonta, je l’arrêtai. Elle rit en me murmurant : « Tu fais ta Sophie ! Mais décidément quelle timide tu es ! ».

Je ne sus que répondre et m’empourprai aussitôt, car j’ignorais quel émoi elle concevrait en découvrant que sa nouvelle sœur avait là, muché sous son breuil, en fait d’un lapin, un petit aspic ! Et puis je me demandais jusqu’où irait cette histoire si ma nature lui déplaisait. Aussi je me tus, et prenant l’initiative de la manœuvre, glissai la main sous ses jupons puis par la fente de sa culotte, pour atteindre son bijou. Diantre ! Il y avait là un vrai marigot déjà tout trempé des jus de son fruit ! Je massai vigoureusement sa moniche, puis y glissai bientôt deux doigts, que je courbai fort, et commençai de la branler vigoureusement. Elle les accueillit avec de petits miaulements du fond de la gorge, tout aigus, parfois assortis de mon prénom, et qui me rendirent vite folle. L’odeur de sa pissette roussâtre et le rictus sur son visage me firent encore plus sauvage et j’accélérai ma branle tout en fermant sa bouche de ma main libre. Bien vite, je vis les siennes empoigner l’herbe, et sentis se tremper ma paume où ses petits cris assourdis se rapprochaient. Soudain, elle saisit mon poignet de ses deux mains, et poussa pour que je me retire de son bénitier. Je lus dans son regard comme une supplique, aussi je cédai. Et ce fut le premier jet ! Ah ma Louison si tu avais vu cette pissée ! Cela faisait de jolies arches claires, presque argentées dans la lumière, qui portaient à trois pas et retombaient sur quelques pissenlits, heureux de recevoir cette pluie divine, tandis que ses cris étouffés accompagnaient ces grandes eaux. Je recommençai, et à chaque fois que sa barque allait toucher Cythère, elle m’implorait des yeux pour que je retire mes doigts et laisse sa fontaine décharger, sans quoi je crois bien qu’elle aurait éclaté ! Sa cascade se tarit après le quatrième aller-retour sur le même mode. Je la laissai retomber sur le dos et reprendre son souffle, tout en me suçant les doigts d’où dégouttait sa mouille. Puis je répondis enfin à sa question, avec cette mine naïve que j'ai apprise de toi : « Non Agathe. Pourquoi serais-je timide avec ma sœur ? ».

~

Monsieur Paul, nous a rejoints lundi. Il a vite abandonné ses affaires courantes pour me prendre à part. Nous avons fait en devisant, le tour du val des Tertres, soit une longue promenade de trois heures. J'aime sa voix qui résonne, basse, à la fois douce et apaisante, et qui semble venir de son ventre. Il m'apprit que nous partirions vers le 20 pour la maison que possède Mère en Normandie – la mer, Louise ! Après s'être enquis de ma santé et de mon moral, il évoqua la famille et son fonctionnement. Surtout, il me parla de leur façon de voir la vie, l'éducation, la liberté. Il mentionna à ce sujet les mœurs de la maison et je fus à la fois troublée et en quelque sorte rassurée par la confirmation qu'il me fit que Lorette, Emile, Mère et lui, « s'aimaient plus que bien » et partageaient souvent des moments intimes. Et il me dit aussi, et sans aucunes ambages, la liberté que mère et lui s'accordaient en termes de baises. Il se mit à disserter sur ce sujet et sur la liberté individuelle en général, et je sentais dans ses propos une sorte de révolte contre les institutions et les normes qui essaient de faire entrer tout un chacun dans un carcan.

Père a une vision que l'on pourrait dire sacrée des désirs. L'église, l'école, la médecine, même, sont à ses yeux des institutions castratrices, hostiles aux femmes et aux pauvres, les dernières perpétuant selon lui, sous des dehors laïques et républicains « la même haine de la différence, du plaisir physique et de la liberté individuelle que la première ». 

Il me dit comment Marthe et lui avaient décidé de faire des Tertres et du bourg une sorte de havre. De nombreux orphelins avaient, grâce à eux, une bonne place dans les environs, et profitaient ainsi d'une bonne instruction et d'une vie bien plus libre que ce qu'ils pouvaient trouver dans les emplois que leur réservait l'institution. Il s'agit pour lui que ces jeunes gens puissent ici se déterminer eux-mêmes. La conversation vint sur mes sœurs, adoptées elles aussi – seul Étienne est du ventre de Marthe qui ne peut plus avoir d'autres enfants. Il me conta comment l'orphelinat les traitait en monstres. Elles étaient incapables de suivre la plupart des règles et ne se quittaient pas. Les nonnes tentèrent de les séparer. Ce fut dramatique pour elles et elles en tombèrent malades. Lors d'une visite, Marthe, voyant cela, fit un scandale et précipita les démarches afin de les adopter dans le mois. Depuis, les parents essaient de les inciter à être plus indépendantes l'une de l'autre. « Elles ont fait beaucoup de progrès mais elles ne supportent pas de se perdre de vue trop longtemps. Quant à les séparer pour la nuit c'est inimaginable ! »

Je lui demandai alors ce qui m'avait valu de devenir leur fille. Je n'étais pas la seule orpheline de la région ! Il me répondit que le coup de cœur qu'avait eu ma Mère avait été décisif, mais qu'un autre aspect les avait incités à me protéger ainsi. Il évoqua alors Sœur Camille, me dit qu'elle était venue les trouver, leur avait parlé de mon caractère, de ma curiosité, dit comme j'étais têtue et déterminée, et enfin, leur révéla que j'étais née différente des autres. Je fus toute retournée par cette annonce. Je me sentais trahie. Par Camille, et par Marthe surtout. Et je pleurai. Il me laissa un instant seule, avant de revenir vers moi. Il m'assura que Mère voulait que nous en parlions au plus tôt mais qu'il souhaitait, lui, m'en entretenir en personne. « Aussi, c'est de ma faute si ta maman ne t'a rien dit de cela. Et en rentrant j'espère que tu courras l'embrasser ! ».

Il y aurait encore beaucoup à dire sur cette discussion. L'important est qu'en rentrant, je trouvai maman Marthe sur le perron et courus me jeter dans ses bras. Et je ne sais qui de nous deux faisait les plus grosses rivières, tandis qu'elle me murmurait des « Pardon mon petit cœur ! » en inondant mes cheveux.

~

Pour parler de choses plus légères, sache que j'apprécie beaucoup mon rendez-vous hebdomadaire avec Étienne, que j'apprends à connaître et à aimer de mieux en mieux. Avec lui je progresse bien, et je monterai bientôt comme une petite écuyère. J'aime le contact de ma jument, Sybille – et pas seulement parce que le trot me fait un peu vibrer la pine et le bassin, petite cochonne ! Il est doux d'apprendre à nous entendre toutes les deux sans user de mots. Étienne aime énormément ses chevaux. Il m'apprend à les écouter, à sentir leurs émotions. À ne pas être la maîtresse de Sybille mais sa compagne de promenade et de jeux.

Je te l'ai déjà décrit comme rêveur. Maintenant que je le connais un peu, je dirais qu'il ne sait pas se contraindre à n'aimer que ce qu'il a, et qu'il se projette en permanence vers ce qui l'attire. Il est intarissable sur les déserts et les montagnes du nord de l'Afrique, et parle même d'y vivre et de marier cette passion à son amour pour les chevaux. Sa détermination à mener à bien ce projet est fascinante. Il m'a interrogée sur mes propres désirs. Je me trouvai bien gourde en réalisant que je n'en avais pas. Ou plutôt que je ne m'étais jamais posée la question en ces termes. Mais ses phrases ont résonné en moi. J'ai pensé souvent à ce sujet sur le chemin du retour, des haras à la maison, et je finis par mettre des mots sur ce qui anime mon cœur. Quelques jours plus tard, je lui dis que mon souhait était de bien me connaître, et de bien connaître les autres dans leurs différences, leurs aspirations, et que je croyais qu'il existait quelque chose de beau chez tout un chacun quand il cessait de se préoccuper des convenances et du paraître. Que voir les autres dans cette nudité de l'âme était tout ce que je souhaitais. Il sembla très touché de cela. Quand nous allions pour nous quitter ce jour là, je sentis comme un flottement, et décidai de me lancer. J'avais très envie de l'embrasser. Pas comme un amant, ni non plus comme un frère. En mettant ces mots sur mon sentiment, j'entrevis quelque chose plus clairement.

Nos relations à chaque personne n'ont pas à être imposées par un rôle que l'on joue, mais à la juste mesure des deux individus et de ce qu'ils sont dans l'instant où ils s'approchent, où ils se touchent. Avec Étienne, à cet instant précis, j'avais envie d'une sorte de tendresse, de complicité, de quelque chose qui ne serait qu'à nous. Alors je baisai le coin de ses lèvres. Nos corps ne se touchaient pas. Juste nos lèvres. Il m'a rendu ce baiser. Puis nous avons recommencé. Plusieurs baisers ainsi, de tendres effleurements. Une façon de se goûter les lèvres, de se faire frissonner. Il me dit avant de nous séparer : « Je vous aime bien tendrement, ma petite sœur. ». Crois-tu qu'alors que je rentrais, seule, vers la maison, mon cœur était tout aussi bouleversé qu'après l'épisode du miroir ? Que la tendresse de mon tout nouveau frère mit des couleurs à ma promenade et de la légèreté à mon pas ? Après tout il s'agit là de mes premiers baisers tendres après les tiens, ma lutine !

Dimanche dernier – après avoir quitté Étienne selon le même mode, au lieu de prendre le chemin des fermes du Sérail, comme à mon habitude, j'ai monté le sentier qui gravit la butte dominant les écuries, afin d'apercevoir la route que nous prendrons bientôt pour ma première vraie excursion équestre. Quand je repris la direction des Tertres par ce côté là, en passant à hauteur des manèges, je distinguai des formes et entendis des voix en contrebas, juste derrière les branchages. Je m'arrêtai sous un frêne, et là, contre le mur du bâtiment, à genoux dans la paille, je les vis. Mon frère, mon bel Étienne, culotte baissée, était entre les mains d'un des palefreniers – Matthieu je crois – un grand gaillard presque effrayant par sa corpulence et la vivacité de ses gestes. Et bien que je ne vis pas le braquemard du grand, je ne pouvais douter qu'il fut tout enfilé dans le cul de mon frère. Voir les reins d'Étienne, glabres et doux, ainsi exposés et pris d'assaut, tenus par les mains puissantes de cet homme colossal et viril qui les fourrait à grands coups des siens et donnait visiblement à mon doux frère tant de plaisir, me jeta dans un trouble insensé. Il y avait là tant de force qu'on aurait pu croire à de la violence, et pourtant tant de douceur dans le ton de la voix d'Étienne qui murmurait des mots qui, à cette distance, m'étaient indistincts. J'attendis et le grand se dégagea. Étienne se retourna, pine toute bandée et tout en se branlant, il prit le vit de son amant en bouche. Celui-ci râla bien vite et j'entendis mon frère ronronner en se délectant du jus de fruit dont pas une goutte ne tomba au sol. Le palefrenier recula, continuant de se tirer sur le goujon pendant qu'Étienne arrivait à ses fins, et grogna encore quand le foutre de son chéri sauta sur la paille chaude. De tout ce temps, j'étais bien dure, mais tellement fascinée que je n'ai pas eu un instant l'idée de me tripoter. J'ai encore gardé mon envie intacte pendant tout le repas, ainsi que ces images qui me tournaient la tête, et, le soir seulement, prenant tout mon temps, je me suis remémorée la scène et me suis fait à trois reprises, en imagination, une danse solitaire autour de ces deux mâles, qui m'a amenée jusqu'au petit matin, enduite de suc, épuisée, mais diablement heureuse.

~

Je comprends mieux cet endroit et ces gens. Mon cœur est comblé de l'affection de cette famille et de sa belle liberté. Mais sache que ta place à toi n'est prise par personne. Tu te doutes que mes journées ici me laissent le soir mon rameau tout roide et ses noisettes toutes gonflées de foutre. Eh bien c'est à toi, mon petit écureuil, que je voudrais les offrir en festin. Oh comme je voudrais que tu sois toi aussi avec nous, ma fleur !

Prends bien soin de toi mon ange. Remets ton petit coquillage aux attentions de ta Ninon. Je gage que tu lui as appris à se servir de sa langue pour bien te le faire dégorger. Dis-moi si elle se console, mais surtout, dis-moi si elle t'aime comme tu le mérites.

Ta petite sœur, de cœur et de baise,

Violette

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Women of Canada! - Women Who Died on Active Service

During the First World War, many Canadian women served the war effort through direct military service. This often meant roles maintaining supplies, driving ambulances, and serving as nurses and hospital administrators. Of those who served Canada in various wartime capacities, 66 women are listed as giving their lives during official military service in the WWI era. Most of these women served within the Canadian Army Medical Corps and the Canadian Army Nursing Service, but others with the Canadian Merchant Navy, the Canadian Military V.A.D., Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service, the Newfoundland Voluntary Aid Detachment, and the British Red Cross Society. More on which women below served under which of these branches can be found on Veterans Affairs Canada’s page ‘Lest We Forget Her’. On this International Women’s Day, we invite our readers to take a moment to remember these 66 women who gave their lives in service of Canada during the First World War: 

Kennedy, Eliza - 04 September 1915 Munro, Mary Frances Elizabeth - 07 September 1915 Jaggard, Jessie Brown - 25 September 1915 Nourse, Grace Eleanor Boyd - 03 February 1916 Ross, Elsie Gertrude - 26 February 1916 Tupper, Addie Allen (Adruenna) - 09 December 1916 Garbutt, Sarah Ellen - 20 August 1917 Sparks, Letitia - 20 August 1917 Hunt, Myrtle Margaret - 16 January 1918 Davis, Lena Aloa - 21 February 1918 Kealy, Ida Lilian - 12 March 1918 Hannaford, Ida Durant - 14 March 1918 Whitely, Anna Elizabeth - 21 April 1918 Forneri, Agnes Florien - 24 April 1918 MacDonald, Katherine Maud - 19 May 1918 Wake, Gladys Maude Mary - 21 May 1918 Jarvis, Jessie - 23 May 1918 Lowe, Margaret - 28 May 1918 Baldwin, Dorothy Mary Yarwood - 30 May 1918 MacPherson, Agnes - 30 May 1918 Pringle, Eden Lyal - 30 May 1918 Fraser, Margaret Marjory - 27 June 1918 Douglas , Carola Josephine - 27 June 1918 Templeman, Jean - 27 June 1918 Stamers, Anna Irene - 27 June 1918 Sare, Gladys Irene - 27 June 1918 Sampson, Mary Belle - 27 June 1918 McLean, Rena - 27 June 1918 McKenzie, Mary Agnes - 27 June 1918 McDiarmid, Jessie Mabel - 27 June 1918 Gallaher, Minnie Katherine - 27 June 1918 Fortescue, Margaret Jane - 27 June 1918 Follette, Minnie Asenath - 27 June 1918 Dussault, Alexina - 27 June 1918 Campbell, Christina - 27 June 1918 Ross, Ada Janet - 12 July 1918 Oliphant, Mary Elizabeth - 09 September 1918 Johnstone, Jane  - 09 September 1918 Twist, Dorothy Pearson - 26 September 1918 Green, Matilda Ethel - 09 October 1918 Mellett, Henrietta - 10 October 1918 Alpaugh, Agnes - 12 October 1918 Baker, Miriam Eastman - 17 October 1918 Rogers, Nellie Grace - 19 October 1918 Hennan, Victoria Belle - 23 October 1918 Frederickson, Christine - 28 October 1918 Alport (Roberts), Jean Ogilvie - 03 November 1918 Bartlett, Bertha - 03 November 1918 McKay, Evelyn Verrall - 04 November 1918 MacEachen, Rebecca Helen - 16 November 1918 Dagg, Ainslie St Clair - 29 November 1918 Jenner, Lenna Mae - 12 December 1918 Bolton, Grace Errol - 16 February 1919 MacIntosh, Rebecca - 07 March 1919 Champagne, Ernestine - 24 March 1919 King, Jessie Nelson - 04 April 1919 Baker, Margaret Elisa - 30 May 1919 McDougall, Agnes - 18 July 1919 Donaldson (Petty), Gertrude - 29 July 1919 Grant, Grace Mabel - 12 September 1919 Trusdale, Alice Louise - 12 September 1919 MacLeod, Margaret Christine - 20 December 1919 McGinnis, Mary Geraldine - 10 February 1920 Cumming. Isobel Katherine - 04 February 1921 Hanna, Bessie Maud - 05 September 1921 Green, Caroline Graham - 04 April 1922

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Warm up with new eBooks and eAudiobooks recently added to the library's digital collection in Libby. Check them out, See below! https://www.overdrive.com/apps/libby/ Adult eBooks: - Breath: The New Science of a Lost Art by James Nestor - A Flicker in the Dark by Stacy Willingham - Free Love by Tessa Hadley - The High 5 Habit: Take Control of Your Life with One Simple Habit by Mel Robbins - The Huntress by Kate Quinn - I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness by Claire Vaye Watkins - The Magnolia Palace by Fiona Davis - The Maid by Nita Prose - No One Is Talking About This by Patricia Lockwood - Verity by Colleen Hoover Adult eAudiobooks: - All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business by Mel Brooks - Never by Ken Follett - Wish You Were Here by Jodi Picoult YA eBooks: - Fireblood by Elly Blake - The Love That Split the World by Emily Henry - Year of the Reaper by Makiia Lucier - This Woven Kingdom by Tahereh Mafi - Crave by Tracy Wolff YA eAudio: - Anatomy: A Love Story by Dana Schwartz - I Must Betray You by Ruta Sepetys Juvenile eBooks: - Happy by Nicola Edwards - The Dream Spies by Nicole Lesperance - Forbidden City by James Ponti - Solimar by Pam Munoz Ryan - Omar Rising by Aisha Saeed Juvenile eAudio: - Dragonslayer by Tui T. Sutherland https://www.instagram.com/p/CaX2MVnF06A/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Mackenzie Mitchell Curling Age Wikipedia, Boyfriend Parents & Instagram 2019

Mackenzie Mitchell Curling Age Wikipedia, Boyfriend Parents & Instagram 2019

Mackenzie Mitchell made a name for himself in the Canadian sport of curling at the age of 19. Mackenzie Mitchell is a Candian curler. She is part of the Mitchell team and plays as a skipper in curling. Her other teammates are named Katie Follett, Sarah Chaytor and Claire Hartlen. Together, these four complete the team. Mitchell represents the Canadian province of Newfoundland and Labrador as a…

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Rules: Tag Nine People You Want to Know Better

tagged by @lost-your-memory​ thanks lovely

Relationship status: single af Favourite Colour: purple Lipstick or Chapstick: chapstick, burts bees mint if you want to get specific Last Song I Listened to: Falling for the first time - Barenaked Ladies Last Movie I Watched: Oh god, The Intern I think Top 3 TV Shows: The Good Wife, Gilmore Girls, FRIENDS Top 3 Characters: Kalinda Sharma, Claire Fraser, Elizabeth Bennett ( this frequently changes lol) Top 3 Bands/Artists: I don’t have an answer for this Books I’m Currently Reading: Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll, The Pillars of the Earth - Ken Follett I can’t say I’m reading much of either these days though

@catherinegrant @@damelola @starshiphufflebadger @outside-the-government @musetotheworld @ginnsbaker @uniquelykaydt @cozysinner @lena-lipbite-luthor

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Dream movie, theatre, tv, etc. role for Claire or RF?

Ashley: My dream role for Claire is Heidi in The Heidi Chronicles. Elisabeth Moss played the role on Broadway a few years ago and I unfortunately missed it… it closed before a friend I really wanted to share it with was able to join. She’d also be an amazing May in Fool For Love. She’d be a downright INCREDIBLE Hedda Gabler… basically I want her to star in all of my favorite plays.

As for Rupert… I dunno. I don’t have the same kind of feel for him as an actor. He’d be fucking amazing as Leopold in Largo Desolato or as Josef in The Memorandum or as Foustka in Temptation… so, like, anything by Václav Havel.

Sara: I’ve really loved what Reese Witherspoon has done the last few years. I loved her in Wild and in Big Little Lies. So I guess my dream role for Claire would be something meaty and headlining like that – either a film or (actual) miniseries (I don’t know what a S2 of BLL will look like). Oh, I also think she’d rock a villain role. I dreamed of her playing Amy in Gone Girl for years and it says a LOT about Rosamund Pike in that film that I was completely satisfied with their casting. 

As for Rupert, I’d like to see him unleash in a dramatic role. Quinn was a very restrained, terse character. It seems like Vasily in Death of Stalin is big, but, of course, that’s a comedy. I saw Nocturnal Animals a few weeks ago and I was blown away by Aaron Taylor-Johnson in that film. He was legit insane but so compelling. I love to see actors really go there in their roles and choices.

Frangi: Dream? IDK. I became a little afraid of investing in TV or movies since my heart was broken over and over again with HL.

For Rupert, I‘d love to see him in another TV series. Movies are just too short, and I would like to see him uncovering the depth of another character. My current book character crush is Ned Willard from Ken Follett’s latest book, A Column of Fire. The book is set amidst the religious conflicts of 1558.

If you prefer a non-period drama, I’ll stick to my wish from a few months ago: Caelum Quirk from The Hour I First Believed. I recently said I‘d like to see him as Harry Hole (pronounced as Hølé), not aware that this is Michael Fassbender‘s latest role.

I‘d like to see Claire in a comedy. She delivers those short moments of levity in HL‘s earlier seasons pitch-perfect, with great timing, and seemingly effortlessly, and I‘d like to sit back and see more of that. As for a period drama, the Brits plan to do a remake of Jane Austen novels as a mini-series, including a “darker” Pride and Prejudice. Claire would make a great Caroline Bingley. (And who wouldn’t want to see Rupert‘s take on Mr Darcy?)

[nichtaufgewacht]

In a burning room: a Sabaton/OC fanfiction

It was an Irish pub, which wasn’t so strange to find in such a big city as Stockholm. The shelves behind the counter were filled with all sorts of alcohol, and the typical, dimmed light of that kind of places made everything seem sleepy. For being a Thursday night, there were actually quite a few people. Or at least, that was what Claire Norling thought, as she lift up her head to look around from a moment. Sitting on a stool, she rubbed her eyes under the reading glasses, taking a break from reading. She couldn’t even remember how long she had been there, the only thing she knew was that she had been caught up in the Ken Follett novel she had grabbed from the library, that same day. Her brother found it amazing, how she could manage to end up reading even after an exhausting day of studying at University, hidden behind piles of Norse language books. Still, the professor whom she was working with had suggested that particular novel to her. She took a sip from the pint of Harp beer in front of her, her fingers getting cold for a second as they lift up the glass. With the corner of her eye, she could see someone approaching her. She didn’t mind it, thinking that maybe it could have been just someone else wanting to have a beer. So she focused again on her book, minding her own business. That was when she heard the figure that had approached her clear his throat. Once, twice. Until she decided to give him his attention.

"Hej.” the newcomer said, in Swedish. Claire caught side of the man. A round face, groomed facial hair on his jawline; a short mohawk in the middle of his head, dark hair. He didn’t look Swedish, or even Scandinavian. At all. He was leaning with an elbow on the counter, and had the corner of his lips curved into a smile.  

“Hello.” She replied, getting back to reading. She forced herself to grin at him, thinking that it wouldn’t have been very polite of her to completely ignore him.

"You seem busy.” The young man insisted, again in Swedish.

"I am. Thanks for noticing.” Claire replied to him in the same language, rolling her eyes for a second. She was really hoping that he would get the hint.

“I’m leaving Sweden, tomorrow.” He said, sitting on the stool to her left with one of his legs. Claire took another sip of her beer, licking the remains of it from her lips with her tongue. She could see he was making an effort in talking to her like that; it seemed like he had grasped all of his courage to come talk to her.

"That’s…interesting, I guess.” she replied, her eyes lingering on the curve of his muscles as his arm leant on the counter.

"Seriously though.” he continued. Claire didn’t even want to look him in the eyes. She just wanted to be left alone.

"I just want to have a beer and read my book.” she said again, her eyes stuck to the pages of her novel.

"And I just want to tell you that I’ll be leaving for Syria, on a peace mission in which the Swedish army is taking part in.” the young man spoke, hoping to get the girl’s attention. Claire could hear the tip of his fingers tap on the wooden counter.

"I don’t believe you but…eh. Who am I to judge?” she replied, raising her eyebrows. She smirked, and heard him snort.

"You don’t believe me?” he asked. With a very quick glance at his face, she shook her head.

"Not at all."

"I’m a soldier. I really am."

"I see no uniform.” one of her small fingers pointed at his clothes. He was wearing a leather jacket, decorated on its sleeves, above what looked like a Judas Priest t-shirt.

"That’s because I’m off duty. Private Broden, at your service, ma’am.” the man lifted up a hand, doing the military salute. She heard the heels of his shoes click on the wooden floor. She closed the book leaving a hand between the pages, so she would not lose the point to which she had arrived. She slowly turned on the stool, feeling annoyance build up inside her stomach.

"Okay, okay. Before I tell you to flick off so that I can go back to Ken Follett-“

"Oh. ‘Jackdaws’. I’ve read that one.” The guy, with two fingers, was holding up the cover of the book, that was still between Claire’s hands. She instinctively pulled away, bringing the book next to her chest.

"…Right. Before I go back to Ken Follett, why are you telling me that you’re leaving for Syria? Why me, and not the pretty Swedish girl over there. Or that one, the one sitting next to the pool table.” as she spoke, Claire discreetly hinted at the girls she had mentioned. The guy looked around, and scrolled his shoulders. He put his lower lip slightly forward, almost in a pout.

"Because you seem interesting. And I wanted to speak to someone interesting before I leave for a month for a foreign country.” he continued, still speaking in Swedish. "And man, your British accent. Your Swedish is a bit rusty though, I’m afraid.” he added, this time switching to English. He had a playful smile on his pink lips, under his facial hair. Claire was fighting against her girly side; his smile was contagious, and sweet. She wasn’t going to let him win her over.

"Leave my Swedish alone, please. Do you really think that you’re the first one to hit on me because of my British accent?” she replied to him, all of her English self coming out. The man smiled, this time with a sort of a cocky expression. He was an idiot. That’s what he was. A complete idiot trying to lure her with that stupid smile of his.

"Of course not. And I’m not hitting on you.” he justified himself.

"Then, what are you doing, if I may ask?” she looked at him, skeptic. Before answering, he came a little closer to her.

"I’m trying to make a bet with you.” he told her, almost as if he wanted to confess a secret to her.

"A bet?” she replied, unbelieving.

"Yes, a bet."

"Do you promise me that if I accept this bet you’ll let me read my book in peace?” Claire asked him, finally letting the book down in front of her. She took a last gulp of beer, and pushed the empty glass towards the other end of the counter.

"I promise.” he said, making a cross on his heart with one of his fingers. He waited, expectantly. His hand now resting on his hips.

"…Go on then.” as she said that, the young man let himself go to another smile. He was definitely taller than she was, and looked down at her.

"I say that I’m going to Syria, and you say that it’s not true. I bet I can prove to you that I’m going to Syria, by video calling you from there, tomorrow.” Claire scoffed him as he said so. It was such a creative trick to convince her into giving him her number. Very creative, she had to admit. He was a few inches away from her, she could almost feel the strong perfume he was wearing.

"That way you’ll get my number anyways.” she explained. The man, now very seriously, shook his head.

"I just want to prove a point.” he replied. Claire thought about it for a second. She scratched the back of her head, and lingered to play with a tuft of her short, light brown hair.

"What if I win the bet and you’re just a buffoon?” she challenged him. He raised his dark eyebrows at her.

"If you win, I’m going to cancel your number from my contacts, and disappear.” Claire listened. It didn’t seem like he was playing anymore. She noticed his chest going up and down as he breathed, and noticed his heart beating in his throat. It was faster than she would have thought.

"And what if you win?” she asked.

"We go on a date.” the young man said that naturally, almost as if he thought that she should have imagined such an outcome.

"What?"

"We go on a date, once I’m back from the mission.” he said again. Claire smoothed down the pages of her book. She brought her thumb to her mouth, to bite on its nail; yet, she stopped immediately once she had thought about how long it had taken to her to stop biting her nails. She wouldn’t have let him be the cause of that nervous habit again.

"You’re crazy.” she said, after a few seconds in silence.

"I’m a crazy Swede, you’re a cold hearted British woman. What could possibly go wrong?” he was leaning on the counter with his elbow again. From the sleeve of his leather jacket slightly going up, she noticed the tribal tattoo on his wrist. She sat there, in silence, letting the sounds form the pub crowd her senses. He heard it sigh again, and saw him fiddling with the ring on his right hand. "Do you accept, or not?"

"…I cannot believe that I’m saying this, but yes. I accept.” Claire said that sentence in a single breath. A more rational version of herself would have just ignored the guy. Maybe, she was feeling adventurous, or just curious. And she had accepted his proposal. She saw him take out the smartphone from the pocket of his jeans, and as he tapped very quickly on the screen Claire swore that she had seen his fingers tremble for the blink of an eye.

“Please type your phone number here. And press enter.” he let her take the smartphone in her hands, and observed as she put in her number. He would have found out that it was a fake number only the day after, and he honestly didn’t want to think about it. In his heart he could feel an unceasing warmth growing, especially coming from the fact that he had overcome his natural shyness to go that far. "Thank you, your majesty.” he added, once he had gained his phone back. She snorted, and he found it adorable.

"The fact that I’m British doesn’t imply that…oh well. I guess it’s no use.” Claire had paused mid-sentence to realize that he was just being a fool, and there really was no use in telling him that he should have stopped calling her with stereotypical names.

"No use at all. I’ll call you tomorrow as soon as I get settled, cold woman.” he slipped the phone back into his pocket, and held out a hand to her. "My name is Joakim.” For the first time, Claire decided to look him in the eyes. They were two deeply green mirrors staring down at her. She placed her small hand in his, and shook it; his hand being twice as big as hers. It was warm, and a little sweaty.

“Claire.” she replied. Joakim bowed his head, and finally let her hand go. He zipped up his jacket, before taking out his wallet and placing the right amount of Swedish crowns in the middle of her book. Claire looked at his gestures, puzzled.

"Good night, cold Claire. Enjoy your Ken Follett novel.” he said. "Your next beer is on me.” he added, with another smile.

"You don’t have to.” she took the money in her hands, and offered it back to him. He shook his head, firmly, making that little pout again.

"I want to.” he replied. Then, he started walking towards the exit of the pub.

"Good night, crazy Joakim. I’ll win the bet, and you’ll disappear.” Claire said a little out loud, making a few people turn around. Joakim let a laugh out, the first one she had ever heard coming out from his mouth.

"Don’t stop believing.” he replied, as he pushed his hand on the pub’s door. Claire opened her book again, the money in her hands. She thought and thought about what had just happened, just as John Mayer’s Slow dancing in a burning room started playing in the background. She went back to Felicity Jones, and the other characters of Ken Follett’s novel.

[rainyphilosopher]

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Divergent

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The Dark Tower Series

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The Thorn Birds

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Outlander

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Pillars of the Earth

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