When I think of literature, I imagine a mansion with a hundred rooms. As for fairy tales, it's a secret garden inside that mansion. With its roses, yellow lilies, vines, and clusters of willow trees, knowledge pools, fountains of love, and quiet ponds... In that deserted village by the lake where grass floats on... Continue Reading →

Wrap yourself in Leo Tolstoy, brew a Bronte Sisters, add two Jack Londons to the fireplace, and put Andersen on the record player. Winter has arrived, and let your provisions be books. Hidden corners have always given me pleasure since my childhood. Pantries lined with rows of jam jars, attic spaces illuminated by flashlights, mothball-scented... Continue Reading →

I don't remember whose idea it was to jump in. Everything started with a challenge. It was icy cold in April and we were 15 years old. Jean dove into the sea like an otter and didn't come out for a long time. I stood at the end of the pier with an old The... Continue Reading →

When you realize that books are like meals, you can't resist the exotic and spicy scents of science fiction and fantasy literature anymore. I have always felt a taste close to food from books, and I have thought that a library resembled a wide kitchen. I decided this for the first time in the house... Continue Reading →