Used book – The Squirrels of Central Park Are Sad on Mondays, Katherine Pancol

Life often plays games.

It offers us a diamond, hidden under a metro ticket or the fall of a curtain. Lurking in a word, a glance, a slightly silly smile.

We must pay attention to details. They sprinkle our lives with pebbles and guide us. Brutal people, hurried people, those who wear boxing gloves or send gravel flying, ignore the details. They want something heavy, imposing, flashy; they don't want to waste a minute bending down for a penny, a straw, the trembling hand of a man.

But if we lean in, if we stop time, we discover diamonds in an outstretched hand... And life is never sad again. Not on Saturday, not on Sunday, not on Monday...