Written by Pierre Peju, translated from the French by Ina Rilke.
This is a sad book, but beautifully written, About two lonely adults, a man and the mother of the child. He is a bookseller, one wet evening on his way back to his shop, a girl runs out in front of his vehicle and ends up very badly injured. The story coninues to tell what happens to the three of them.
I cannot believe the skill of the translator, it is so clever.















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