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3.67 AVERAGE

adventurous emotional hopeful sad fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Complicated
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated

the french lesbians are very dramatic

Au fur et à mesure que l'histoire progresse, on comprend qu'il vaut mieux se laisser bercer
par les phrases (si déroutantes) de Violette Leduc qu'essayer de les apprivoiser.
Certaines métaphores sont opaques, le dialogue frustrant par moments, et pourtant on est plongé dans les affres et les plaisirs de l'amour et qu'est-ce que c'est beau :

« J'ai su que j'avais été privée d'elle avant de la rencontrer. » (p.23-24)
« Quand on aime on est toujours sur le quai d'une gare. » (p.42)
« Nous avions créé la fête de l'oubli du temps. » (p.79)
« Nous nous aimions et nous nous retenions : nous nous tenions en équilibre sur le pétale d'une églantine. » (p.92)
« Ma bouche rencontra sa bouche comme la feuille morte la terre. » (p.110)
emotional slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Complicated
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated
emotional tense slow-paced
fast-paced
dark emotional inspiring reflective sad fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: No
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

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From Therese and Isabelle (p. 197):

My blood rushed toward her in jubilation. I turned the flashlight on.

Her pubic hair was not twinkling; it had grown thoughtful. I embalmed Isabelle with my lips, with my hands. Pale sleeping girls were breathing all around her; shades hungry for pallor whirled above her. I opened her lips and killed myself before looking. My face was touching it, my face moistening it. I began to make love to it out of plain friendship.

"Better than that."
I could not do more.
Isabelle thrust my face deep.
"You shall speak, you shall say it," she said.
There was a collision of clouds in my intestines. My brain was wild with greed.
"You are beautiful..."
I was picturing her. I was not lying.

Two petals were trying to swallow me. It was as if the eye of the flashlight saw better because it was the first to see.
emotional medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: N/A