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Let me tell you a story . . . My name is Julien Azoulay. I am a writer of romance novels. But last year, I stopped believing in love. Right now, I feel like the unhappiest person on earth. I am standing in the most famous cemetery in Paris, and believe it or not, something wonderful is going to happen. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We should start, first of all, with my letters to my beloved Helen. I presume you know my wife Helen? Before she died, she made me promise to write her thirty-three letters - one for every year of her life. So grab your coat, follow me down the narrow streets, past the cosy red bistro on Rue Gabrielle, all the way to Montmartre cemetery with its beautiful stone angels. Together, let us read the love letters.
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Love Letters from Paris, Nicolas Barreau
- Langue
- Année de publication
- 2021
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- (souple),
- État du livre
- Très bon
- Prix
- 3,99 €
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- Langue
- Anglais
- Auteurs
- Nicolas Barreau
- Éditeur
- Little, Brown Book Group
- Publié
- 2021
- Format
- souple
- Pages
- 272
- ISBN10
- 0349423482
- ISBN13
- 9780349423487
- Séries
- Mots clés
- Fiction, Polars & Thrillers, Romans d'amour, Polars, Littérature contemporaine, Amour, Famille, Romance contemporaine, France, Divertissement, Mort, Vie, Perte, Deuil, Paris (ville), Cornemuses
- Évaluation
- 3,6 sur 5
- Description
- Let me tell you a story . . . My name is Julien Azoulay. I am a writer of romance novels. But last year, I stopped believing in love. Right now, I feel like the unhappiest person on earth. I am standing in the most famous cemetery in Paris, and believe it or not, something wonderful is going to happen. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We should start, first of all, with my letters to my beloved Helen. I presume you know my wife Helen? Before she died, she made me promise to write her thirty-three letters - one for every year of her life. So grab your coat, follow me down the narrow streets, past the cosy red bistro on Rue Gabrielle, all the way to Montmartre cemetery with its beautiful stone angels. Together, let us read the love letters.