Poi però mi sono interrotta. Non perchè non mi piacesse, anzi! E' che, dopo aver visto l'ultimo episodio della saga di Twilighit, mi è piaciuto talmente poco (era chiaro che mancava qualcosa, dettagli fondamentali) che ho deciso di iniziare a leggere il libro: il primo, il secondo, il terzo e pure il quarto, e mi ci sono proprio persa! Una volta chiusa quella parentesi e soddisfatta la mia curiosità sono però tornata dalla mia Posy, la protagonista del romanzo.
L'avevo lasciata alle prese con i suoi ex, alla disperata ricerca di un valido motivo per cui tutte le sue storie andavano inesorabilmente in malora, dopo che anche l'ultimo fidanzamento con l'atletico Matt era stato interrotto all'improvviso.
Mentre leggevo, a letto con la lucina accesa per non svegliare Ale, ho pensato spesso: "Ma quanto le piace cacciarsi nei guai?" ed anche "Questa ragazza se le va proprio a cercare", e proseguivo con la curiosità di un bambino che ha appena scoperto un mondo nuovo. Ma alla fine ho capito che sono anche io un po' così, lo siamo tutti, e questo libro ci presenta in chiave moderna e divertente una ricerca di se stessi, fatta di post su Facebook, messaggi sul telefonino e controllo smodato della posta elettronica. Come non immedesimarsi?
"Posy Fairweather wasn't quite sure why she was at the top of a mountain, Mountains weren't exactly her thing - they hadn't been here in ages- even though it was very beautiful up here, she supposed, the clouds shifting below them, sending patterns onto the fields and sheep. [...] She turned to Matt in the clear light. [...] Suddenly she had a flash of clairvoyance, and knew exactly what he was about to do. And her stomach lurched."
Lascio a te il resto...
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Dear Tatina, do you remember that book I talked you about, Meet me at the cupcake café? Of course you do! You're reading it right now! I was so enthusiastic that I could'n wait to read another work by the same author, Jenny Colgan. The only -not so little- problem is that it's so difficult to find them in Italy, even in English (which I prefer, because I can practice and improve my vocabulary). However, if you do remember, I magically found Mrs Colgan's latest book while I was with you in Manchester: it was our last day together, doing "costrained" shopping -oh yes, you've read the right spell, I didn't forget the "un", I was really forced to hold in that day. We were at the supermarket and I needed something to read during my way back home: you bought Meet me at the cupcake café, and I had my copy of The good, the bad and the dumped. That day I started reading and I got almost halfway, but then I stopped. It was my curiosity's fault: after watching the last episode of the Twilight saga, I disliked it so much, that I decided to read the book, to check if all the important details missing in the film were explained better in the written version. And actually they were! So I devoured the first, then the second and the third and the fourth book, I got completely lost! And after coming back to the real world, I started again following poor Posy: when I'd left her, she was looking for a reason why all her love stories were messed up (including the last one, with the muscular Matt), by meeting all her ex boyfriends.
While reading in my bed, in weak light to avoid wakening up Ale, I often though: "How much does she like to get herself into trouble?" and also "This girl seems to be looking for troubles", but still going on reading, with so much curiosity. However, in the end, I understood that Posy is not so different from me. From anybody, actually. And this book introduces a modern way of self-research, made of posts on Facebook, sms and unrestrained use of e-mail. Why don't identify ourselves in this carachter?
"Posy Fairweather wasn't quite sure why she was at the top of a
mountain, Mountains weren't exactly her thing - they hadn't been here in
ages- even though it was very beautiful up here, she supposed, the
clouds shifting below them, sending patterns onto the fields and sheep.
[...] She turned to Matt in the clear light. [...] Suddenly she had a
flash of clairvoyance, and knew exactly what he was about to do. And her
stomach lurched."
I leave you the rest...
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