On the day I was born we bought six hair-bottomed chairs, and in our little house it was an event, the first great victory in a woman's long campaign; how they had been laboured for, the pound- note and the thirty threepenny-bits they cost, what anxiety there was about the purchase, the show they made in possession of the west room, my father's unnatural coolness when he brought them in (but his face was white) - I so often heard the tale afterwards, and shared as boy and man in so many similar triumphs, that the coming of the chairs seems to be something I remember, as if I had jumped out of bed on that first day, and run ben to see how they looked
Il n'y a pas encore de discussion sur ce livre
Soyez le premier à en lancer une !
Des romans policiers à offrir ? Faites le plein de bonnes idées !
Nostalgique, nomade ou plutôt romantique ? Trouvez le livre de la rentrée qui vous correspond !
Nouveaux talents, nouveaux horizons littéraires !
Des romans, livres de recettes et BD pour se régaler en famille !
