Yesterday I saw a wonderful movie with my mum, Le hérisson, which means the hedgehog. I was supposed to read the book while me and Robert were in Thailand, but I never got to it. I'm a really sucky reader. I can get through children's books.... but real stuff for adults, that's always harder. Rather silly I suppose. When I find a book that I really like I don't mind spending days reading it. But I have to really like it. From the start. I hate when people say, the first 100 pages are a bit slow... why do they have to be slow? I think I watch to much films and read to little. Does anyone know a blog that reviews and writes about books?
The book aside, the movie was really great (especially if you're an esthetic person living in your own little world). It's always cozy to go to the cinema on a sunday and sit in the smallest saloon with just 5 rows.