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Sophie Fontanel is a back with an imaginative story of childhood, love, and creation dedicated to all little girls who feel they have the gift of writing.
“Last October, when with a telephone call, your Academy rang its celebratory bells, it was Magnus’s name that first came to my mind. Everything comes from somewhere, and how could my mind not return to the two of us, he the little boy bent over my poems, and me, with...
“Last October, when with a telephone call, your Academy rang its celebratory bells, it was Magnus’s name that first came to my mind. Everything comes from somewhere, and how could my mind not return to the two of us, he the little boy bent over my poems, and me, with my limitless nerve, watching him read my writing…” On the occasion of her acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in Literature, Annette Comte remembers the boy who gave her the desire to write. Spellbound, she recalls what the young Magnus did for her—nothing short of everything—in the summer of 1972. Annette is just ten years old when her family takes her to the south of France for the summer. Her grandfather has just died, and so they’ve had to plan their vacation at the last minute. Annette’s father is a printer, and his publisher friend loans him a house not far from his own in Saint Paul de Venice. This is Provence of the 1970s, with its arts scene, including the great writer Kléber Bahut. But for Annette, the most important person is the editor’s son, Magnus, who is the same age as her. Annette immediately falls in love with the young boy, in the only way you can at age ten—fully, sincerely, without question. The joy of being together, every day. In the sun. At the pool. Diving into the ocean. Breaking pine nuts. Devouring chicken drumsticks. Scaling walls. Dashing down alleyways. Playing. Kissing (without tongues). And writing. Because, that summer, Annette discovers her talent for writing. Two children, in love, yet restraining themselves at Kléber Bahut’s pool: Annette, who writes poems for Magnus, and Magnus, who dreams of writing (it would make his publisher father so happy), but can’t find the right words. But the arrival of young Magalie, a pretty girl who’s too smart for her own good, will stir up tensions and bring upheaval to their little world Is Magnus ungrateful to her? Is Annette the one who will lose the most in this story? It is only when, in Stockholm, she dares to return to her first, yet tremendous heartbreak, that she can weigh what a person who knows how to write want from love.