De L'autre Cote De L'ete, Paperback Book, By: Audrey Diwan

Physically, I did not approach him. In the evening, like a ritual, I would lie down near him, while he plunged into this country that did not belong to me. I had taken a liking to his sleep, I loved to listen to his breath breaking like a wave against the walls of my room. I loved to wait, lying next to him, for his mind to escape me and for him to become harmless and weak. "A portrait of a woman. woman unlike any other who, at the dawn of her sixties, decides to buy herself the company of a young man for a year.