Somewhere on the seashore, a port where no one stands. That would be the ideal place, pictured in Manon’s mind, when she thinks about a place to read. To read in silence and peace is dear to her, even so she lacks the time to indulge herself with it. In literature, she searches for nothing like the stillness of the deserted port : she craves action - like with The War of the Worlds written by H. G. Wells she just happened to finish. She loves the thrill of “those daunting books”. To her, coming to the end of a book is like this all-too-short portrait : a break, from which leaks a question. And now, what ?
Written by Lilas Fleuriel