Used book – Mauvaise fille, Justine Lévy

My mother is dead, I am a mother, there you have it, it’s simple, it’s as simple as that, that’s the story of all three of us. You take your time telling stories, I used to think when she told me a story in my bed. This time it went fast, so fast, my mother’s gaze in my daughter’s gaze, that’s where she is, that’s where I find her, and in her gestures too, in the impatient, slightly abrupt gestures of my doubly beloved little girl. […]. Everywhere, in my child, my mother has left her mark. J. L.

Once again, Justine Lévy skillfully delivers a moving and immodest confession. […] a mixture of tartness and humor. Robert Solé, Le Monde des livres.

Justine Lévy joins one of literature's oldest vocations: that of soothing bruised lives and shattered destinies with words. Alexis Lacroix, Marianne.