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When we were young

For me, it coincided with a summer in France, that girl, the beach, the wine. It was perhaps the first real novel I read from end to end in French. Tobias Hill writes When we were young: a loving tribute to that book, “Le Grand Meaulnes.”

January 30th, 2007 / Tags: literature, france, down memory lane / Trackback