Why Does My Left Jaw Hurt When I Drink Alcohol

The time to read, as the time to love, extending the time to live. Writers in the kitchen

There are, exist, to 'I'm back!
Hello to all dear friends!
I know many of you already gave me missing.
Country But what happened to Lou?
Some even wanted to go to "Who has seen" ..
Nooo! 'm here , more alive than ever! Present!
In truth I did the end of what has begun to work outside the home and has not much time at his disposal.
This story sounds familiar, does not it?
Family, work, home e.. search for a new home.
may suffice as a justification? The work in
library is not what I expected, and 'MUCH' BEAUTIFUL and I have been overwhelmed!
The first month I spent almost half my salary on books.
It 's like to be greedy and work in a bakery: na' malice.
For me it's the same thing with books, I always buy every day.
The second month I started to rationalize purchases .. The third month we are
relapse ..
The fourth month I went into a spiral de-sac ..
the fifth month I developed an addiction that nicotine in comparison is a breath of fresh air ..


Of all the purchases made, I believe this book has been one of my absolute favorite.
Atlas of the unknown Tania James.
An Indian family in Kerala, which looks at the possibility of realizing his dream in the United States. Two sisters united by blood ties and uniforms from pain, lies, from their dreams. A sliding
writing, ironic, intelligent and never predictable.
not really miss it. Once finished the novel, so you fraternized with the characters that you overwhelm a profound melancholy.


You will tell me, is okay, and the bags? And the pocketbooks?
And the clutches?
Same as above: no justification.
me back down again in the meantime I read in books, in writing, in this world of printed paper that has become my second home, because as Jules Renard said " When I think of all the books I have left to read I'm sure they are still happy" .

Hugs to all, as always.

PS The title is not my bag of flour, but a wonderful phrase D. Pennac.