If life was like TFLN...

(+44): i went to the movies with this girl ...and then i fucked her best friend

Les filles mortes se ramassent au scalpel

note to reader : borrowing book-titles is UNCOOL.

So yeah.I'm a geek for novels,shortstories,anything with nice words inside.
Books usually follow me until they're dead. Words tatooed my mind,and so on.
here is a glimpse:

High Fidelity-Nick Hornby
What if your love life was a compilation?
Welcome to Rob's life. He broke up with a girlfriend again. He's 36, owns a record shop somewhere in London with his hilarious (and yes,loser) friends. He's wondering where his life's going...and lists his love stories, from the teenage crush to the last hook-up, matching them with rock-anthems. Top 5, favorite records, best movies...
Somehow, when I read this book, I want to own a record shop near Whitechapel. Don't ask me why.
Long time favorite, indeed.


Love Is A Mixtape (Life & Loss, One Song At Time)-Rob Sheffield
"Tapes for making out, tapes for dancing, tapes for falling asleep..."
1989. Rob Sheffield is a student, a music geek, when he meets Renee, and later marries her. From here to 1997 and Renee's sudden death, they share a life filled with music reviews (they both worked for zines and were also DJs) and mixtapes they used to make to each other. It's not only a novel about love and grief, it's also a great, amazing declaration of faith to what people tend to call 'Underground Culture'.




Owen Noone & Marauder-Douglas Cowie
Oh,this book. Sums up all my teenage dreams and more.
Mid 90s.Marauder is a young and shy student who meets Owen Noone at an open mic night. Follows an immense road trip, where two young people who haven't talent in songwriting, only two electric guitars and an old book full of folk songs, learn about friendship,stardom,fate and delusions.
must have.



Les Peaux Transparentes - Marc Dufaud
[translucent skins]

the only french book here. Why did I buy it? There are notes from one of my favorite french artists in it.
The Story?
Drugs. Addiction(s). A guy (Thom) who has his heart broken (yes again,it's an obsession with me it seems), meets a a lovely but yet toxic woman, spends five years between heroin, rock&roll and a love that inevitably fades away. Paris in the 1990s, the background of this fascinating slice of life, mixed with intense reflexions about God, Shiva and others.






btw :

Petra's last post was a real blast.

I'm wondering if I can be that spontaneous,too.


The French One x

Something I Can Never Have

Today I woke up. It wouldn't be anyhow strange if it was just me lying on my bed. But I wasn't on my bed. It was the couch we have in our hall. And mysteriously, somebody else was there too. Wtf. Then I remembered. I went out last night. I partyed. I met some Australians. And he, he was one of them.
The fact he was wearing only underwear confused me for a moment. I'm a decent girl, you know. Luckily, no harm has been done to my reputation. Just so you know.

Moments like this usually scare me. A lot. Why did I do that? What was I thinking? Yes, the surprised face of my roommate, when she got up and headed for the bathroom and spotted me there on a couch with a strange almost naked guy, was totally worth it. But why do I let those strangers mess with my head and then disappear from my life? *puf* and they're gone, back in their time zone.

I really should do something with my impulsiveness and spontaneity.

Breakups Anthems

I thank Petra for the idea, NiN, ToD and others fr the rest

Broken heartbeats sound like Breakbeats ?

We all had a particular time in our life, when the significant other is leaving (or when you leave him/her…that happens, too), this moment where nothing worths it anymore.You burn all the letters and pictures,you delete phone numbers/IMs/facebook profile (generation tips), and you call friends to cry your heart out.
And then, you find it.

It can be a melody, a lyric, that reminds you of the painful situation you’re living (in an ‘Omgosh that’s written for me’ way). It can be the song that was played on the radio when you’ve split. The band you were seeing the night before. The song you both loved for ages. The riff that explodes in your tiny head. THE soundtrack of your broken heart.

Of course it won’t last. But for now, you put their story on repeat. Cause it’s now yours.

Does it heal?

I hope it does.


The French One x