Its cover, a bright green, reminiscent of children's literature books, while his illustration may suggest a novel chick lit. Indeed, Brigitte anger is not a book for youth, not quite an adult book either, and even less of chick lit. This first installment of Jerome Lafond tells the story of a teenager with a complex personality, loving tone music and movies of Fellini, who plays in a suburb where everything is clearly slower than in his head. The spirit corroding the heart but friendly, Bridget undergoes contradictions and turmoil of her imagination, in addition to negotiating with a revulsion to the world and its mother. Most scenes take place at St. Scholastica School and at home heroin. Between these two places, she finds her friend Karin for a film project, and Anthony, the boy who loves a love without reciprocity.
the first pages, a series of murders stirred the small town. These crimes encourage the teenager to correspond with the killer, where fit and adjacent paragraphs of verbiage verging on incoherence and give the reader the impression of following a story without beginning or end. Fortunately, things fit substantially over the pages and the narrative eventually reaches a more comfortable pace.
Despite story full of charm and cool characters, my main disappointment is that my desire to know more deeply heroin remained unfulfilled, or almost. Who is she really? I asked myself often. Only at the end that opens the cave of consciousness Brigitte, she perfectly embodied, escaping from his dream world to finally convince us of what it is, what it lives and why. This strength of conviction in the story should have simply effected earlier.
Some stylistic twists illustrate an exciting world, for example: "At death of one of ours, we would burn his body at the foot of the statue of man and maple sing hymns Celtic-inspired in us holding hands. I argue for the love of Superman and the failure of sub-human. We would have our own school and I would be the author of all textbooks. I would teach that man descended from monkeys, not the maple. .
This novel style of writing is not just simple and uninteresting. Overall, the characters are carried by a certain discretion, a sign of unhappiness that affects them. Surely they who give the book a certain homogeneity. Certainly, the images that spring from the earthy spirit of Brigitte could simply better serve the narrative. We can say however that it is a book that reads effortlessly.
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