« I ran down the stairs. On the second floor, I hit our old neighbour, Miss Sainfoin. Older than her, you die. She has a camel hair coat and a beige turban on her hair in the great Mamamouchi kind. `...` - My book! she exclaimed. "He's there," I said, walking down two steps to pick him up. I pretended to dust it off, and that's when I spotted the label on the binder: 319 CAR. - Here? It's from the library, I noticed. It was a cream and pink candy book, sexy as the lingerie department at Damart. 'Storm wedding', promised the title. - I'm going to change it. `...` "Was he good?" I asked. "Yesii," she hesitated, "I liked 'The Lovers of Venice' better. This one was... There was less love and more... From... I wanted to help him: - More sex? My neighbor blushed up to the turban. Oh no. I wanted to say more history. It's happening under Louis XIV. »

« `She` has communist parents who forbid her from reading 'Arsène Lupin' because he is a thief. At home, the egalitarian passion is pushed so far that, in the morning, her two sisters dip their finger into their bowl of chocolate, to check that it reaches the same level. (p. 286) »

« Savior accepted in his life things considered unthinkable in family therapy, such as a stepfather calling himself Dad. (p. 20) »