I was not going to let you go on vacation without weighing your luggage some advice reading biased and personal. I do not go anywhere without ever having provided three times too many books, so I'm afraid to miss. And if it rained ten days in a row? And if everything crashes and there is more than reading the candle to decorate this uncertain time we reached a state of advanced fatigue, hoping to leave repaired, restored to Be yourself? I think a good book is a journey soothing, repairing, yes. Who shakes you at times but also knows how to comfort you, make you laugh and move you at the same time, as a good friend who you would invite to dinner, seeing your mine burial. My criteria for selection? Totally subjective. It's a little chance to have entered on my PAL (the Tower of Pisa, as I call it) rather than the latter one, but if I kept it in hand, is that he took me where I did not expect like an answered prayer that is not the be made. I prefer, of course, the plot takes hold of me and falling into history as an Alice yet well rehearsed for this year but picked every time. And the style, language is at the height of emotion that it intends to raise. For the rest, they are unexpected events, they have the charm bitter and sweet at once. I hope you enjoy them, they touch you as they touched me, and is a part of these memories may revive some madeleines, grains of sand at the bottom of a forgotten old beach bag, or metro ticket faded of a European capital that unearths a pants pocket. There is everything in my little list, and all these titles have in common is the pleasure they have given me.
To begin, Forward road! 
Alix de Saint-Andre, a kind of book works written down by this singular writer who resembles no one, its size and road margins of all currents, a thriller and funny cruel ( Angel and the brake fluid reservoir , I heartily recommend, not only for its awesome title) to an ode to Malraux, after a detour grown and humorous by Archive Angels. There is in Alix de Saint-Andre a mixture of delicacy, fierce frankness and humor that makes us dear in the first lines. Forward, go! Was born of his pilgrimage to Saint Jacques de Compostela. But do not imagine the book as yes-man of a staid Catholic. No, in fact it tells you plainly:
"There's the French for Peregrine and the trailer of priests and teachers, prayer and culture, art and faith, tralala, monopolizing the whole shelter to the general nervousness, because it is not everything in the path of logic, the camino as practiced in Spain: individualistic and solitary. Not trained troops of people with similar interests, but fiercely antagonistic individuals linked by fate. "
all there. Three pilgrimages to St. Jacques - including one from Saint-Hilaire in Maine et Loire! - Hundreds of miles on foot, blisters, rage, wanderings, encounters colorful, and everything to achieve what? God? Because it's been that we have two words to say to him? Or yourself, go figure. In any case, I invite you to follow way to the cape-writer who smokes, drinks, and hate the Catholics, especially in the morning.
change of atmosphere. We are in a world that could be our near future. A world divided into five zones: the furnace, where you can earn money recklessly, where they can risk death at every step. The formicaries, where thousands of people are agitated impaired, suffering from unemployment, ill-being, ugliness, violence. The Farm, where all goods are produced edible Foundation where will the lucky elite, those who have money, who are studying and can expect to get by. And finally Trough, where everyone fails at the end. Welcome Requiem for a star 
Jennifer D Richard, talented young novelist who takes a look at both ironic and sharp on the excesses of a society where the ultra-liberalism ends up flirting with decadence. Which man will soon be a market value and where we might one day soon return to the circus tastes. In Blue Dust , his first novel (just out in pocket), a young man came home drunk to find lost in a society icy which he was supposed to be one of the main cogs. Here is another Ulysses amnesic Illidan Lauda, who returns home after a stay in the furnace so demanding that his brain has erased the memory. He finds his wife, Sigrid, beautiful and mysterious, but not inexplicable rejection that inspires him. Son and two of which he does not remember. So here he is obliged, as the young Ladislaus Baran in dusty blue, here and there to find the breadcrumbs Tom Thumb of his former self, and attempt to shed some light on oppressive secrets. Jennifer D Richard excels in the art of carving of spiraling intrigue, nonchalant and polished as thrillers, replete with winks and brilliant inventions. Whether you are fans or not stories of anticipation, you will not regret diving into these two novels that evoke the world of Minority Report or Gattaca .
"I see a band out of nowhere, masked men methodical gestures, circle the block for a taxi in heavy traffic, the driver to root out his pockets, portrait, to make her regret for have taken this path, to have this mouth, to bring this combination of protection, have installed iron bars between the seats ...
But the crowd did not stop.
Am I the only conscious being, which I returned from the most violent area of the world? Am I the only one awake? "Without
transition, I invite you to the Hague, a piece of land at the end of the end, watching the sea and defies the storms. A small community lives here, eclectic, collected by the taste of flight, exile. The narrator is an anthropologist, came here fleeing impossible mourning. It protects life by observing others, goes fishing secrets, wants to untangle the knots of the lives of others to avoid returning to live his. The Déferlantes 
, Claudie Gallay, is a novel, dense, thick, writing accurate and chopped, one would like to read the lamp at night, lulled by the roar of the waves, watching the flashing lights. Change of scenery guaranteed!
"Desires, here, are made alive by the winds. It is a matter of skin, The Hague. A matter of meaning. "
Then comes Mississippi 
, Hilary Jordan. We are in the 40s, the war just ended. Soldiers returning home, haunted, torn inside. At the same time, Laura Mac Allan, a young educated woman who married late in life, is forced to follow her husband on a farm in hick from the depths of the Mississippi. And endure, as if that were not enough, the presence of a stepfather odious, tyrannical, racist and violent. Not far away live Hap, a black sharecropper and his wife Florence, a midwife with strong personalities. Their son Ronsele returned from the war, after having been for four years, treated like a man, like a soldier. In this drama with hints of thriller, Hilary Jordan, on his first novel, has injected an unexpected and devastating humor who can handle the darkness of a breathless narrative. An example in the monologue of Hap, the tenant, convinced that God wanted to bring him some punishment chosen by modesty:
"I said," Hap, you'd have interest in making smaller now, you take for granted I grant you benefits. You walk in thinking you're better than some people because not give you half your crop as others. You forgot who was boss. So this is what I will do: I will send a storm so strong that will tear the roof of the shed you keep it ousque mullet that makes your pride. Then I will send hailstones as big as walnuts on this mule, i will drive him crazy and i will break the leg trying to escape. Then, just for you soyes course it's me you got to business the next morning after you'll have killed your mule, you will get it buried and you'll have climbed the ladder to repair the roof of the shed, I will leave the last bar, the one you do not yet taken the time to repair, I will leave you fall squarely rot and you'll break your leg you too, and I will send Florence Lilly and childbirth and the twins at the other end of the field, like that you will spend half the day on site. It will give you time to think about what I was trying to tell you in awhile. "
Enchaînons with a pure thriller: 
Origin, Diana Abu Jaber. Lena Dawson, an expert on fingerprint identification in a laboratory, lives in Syracuse in upstate New York. This fragile young woman, only deep, scarred by childhood wounds, although it will find itself under the violence of the spotlight, following a case of sudden infant death syndrome. Lena dazzling intuitions, something like a sixth sense. It sniffs the presence of a serial killer of babies, and feels vaguely that his track is similar to that of its origins to her. But do not think that Origin is a classic thriller. It is a disturbing thriller in the extreme, which misleads you as Lena in a city of snow, wind and freezing cold plunges you back into your child's fears, a trip to the underworld where swirling, throbbing, themes bereavement, maternity, origin. A great moment.
"Traumatized children are part of the same tribe, I can spot instantly adults - Margo, Erin Cogan: we are everywhere. The lost childhood scars remain as a crooked smile or an expression in her eyes. There is always a sign. "
And to finish off, a true American novel that I like, filled with a spirit that exists there, under those skies larger than ours. Back in the American South, the old secessionist south. In South Carolina, specifically. In Wando Passo 
, David Payne, a great American novelist of today, interweaves two periods in one place. A haunted place, a former slave plantation marked by dark stories of disappearances. A couple in crisis has taken refuge there, trying to repair a story that is struggling. She, Claire is at home. Wando Passo is the land of his ancestors. He, Ranson Hill, is a rock musician manic-depressive heightened sensitivity enough to awaken all the ghosts. With them, a childhood friend, Marcel Jones, black high society has always been in love with Claire. As is tied, in the present, a Shakespearean tragedy in 1865, Adelaide, distinguished young woman from Charleston, married without love a landowner, Harlan De Lay, and moved with him to Wando Passo, despite persistent rumors and "anything but appropriate" to the family of her new husband. A new life begins for her, who will tell him, through the passion, suffering, loneliness and danger, that it really is. I do not want you too say about this spellbinding novel, moving, haunting you long after having closed, but it is both a story and a breathless poignant reflection on freedom and love. It is icing on the cake, beautifully written.
"Adelaide is still standing there, with the sudden conviction and visceral as life all around her, living green of the marsh and the world itself, which is a part, is foam with a thin the surface of a pond, deep black, and that this pool is death. Death is archaic and depth unfathomable, when life was new, fragile and thin, the slightest thing - a stone that is thrown, a breath of wind - could awaken these black waters and immobile, and life, as this wave of blood ceases. "
soon, and ... good summer.
Gaëlle Nohant
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