Almost to the end of Fire in the Blood, dear blog readers! No worries, self is only about 20 pages from the end. Soon, self will be on to the next book in her reading list. Then there will be none of this endless quoting of passages about rural France (whose social traditions remind self so much of Bacolod).
In the passage self has just finished reading, the novel’s narrator describes an erstwhile love, Helene, who had been married off to a man (Montrifaut) forty years older than she. Helene bore her fate with unparalleled courage and dignity, and the villagers “all praised Helene for the way she behaved”:
But I found out something that no one else knew: old Montrifaut was (more…)
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