Great inner struggle: should I write it or not? Damn William, Shakes... something, if he hadn't written Hamlet and even Romeo and Juliet, I wouldn't find myself in this hyperbolic doubt. Decided: I'm going to write it, I will.
I start to hyperventilate, my hands sweat, saliva gone, even though I don't understand this: I'm not supposed to speak, I just have to write some sort of summary, at least that's what a review should be, I have to report the plot of a book I just read, it shouldn't be that hard.
But come on, you fell for it: I was joking, but I can't tell you the plot because there isn't one. In fact, the book is titled "101 Lies We Tell Ourselves in Love and About Love" and the author, real name Nadia Busato, has collected in her work published recently, on February tenth, the most common and most used lies in love.
A light read, fun, absooolutely recommended for the most awaited holiday of the year, also the most feared by lovers, Valentine's Day.
The love depicted on the cover with the cherubs is not what you find inside: that ugly bastard, which transforms you inside and out, leading you to do and say strange, stupid, unimaginable things; a mishmash of conflicting behaviors that if you looked in the mirror you wouldn't recognize yourself.
Lies? never ever: but are we sure we've never told them, even small, little ones? but are we sure we've never heard them, but wanted so much to believe them? are we sure we've never stumbled upon some bastard or bitch who stomped all over us, scrambling our brains and little heart, but knew how to say them so well!
Okay, enough: this is Valentine's Day, not a summary of Dante's Inferno.
Anyway, I'll share just two quotes: "You can love one person and have sex with another", "Our love will last forever"; who knows who will pronounce them more frequently, blue ribbons or pink ribbons?
Even if the Editors won't be able to publish it by February 14th: best wishes to all lovers, don't eat too many Perugina Baci, just give them to each other.
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