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Bella senza essere appariscente, bella per la sua espressione tranquilla e serena. Le guardavo il viso, luminoso anche senza trucco. Aveva una manciata di lentiggini sparse sul naso e sulle guance, la linea della mandibola morbida, le orecchie piccole, con una pallina d'argento ai lobi Le stavo guardando le orecchie? Scossi la testa, come per schiarirmi le idee. C'era un'aria strana, in quel negozio, un'atmosfera rarefatta e suggestiva Guardai fuori, poi ritornai a guardare l'elfo. Mi venne immediatamente voglia di rifare il gesto, di indugiare con le dita sulla pelle del collo, e subito dopo mi diedi dello stupido.

Un lampo di giallo per ricordarci che il sole esiste, anche se si nasconde dietro le nuvole Chi ama il giallo ama il cambiamento e il nuovo, e non ne ha paura. Battei un paio di volte le palpebre, poi scossi la testa, come per schiarirmi le idee. Feci un passo avanti e istintivamente allungai la mano sul cestino, come per prendere un fiore di quelli in omaggio, poi la ritrassi scuotendo piano la testa, la infilai in tasca e mi avviai velocemente verso l'ufficio.

Matteo, sei con noi? Seduti insieme ai nostri collaboratori al lungo tavolo riunioni, stavamo rivedendo la strategia da adottare per la fusione per la quale finalmente ci eravamo accordati. Come se fosse un'apparizione misteriosa e lo era, in effetti, visto che erano settimane che non vedevo il cielo sereno , mi ero incantato a guardare un debole ma tenace raggio di sole che penetrava la coltre delle nuvole e illuminava i giardinetti che si intravedevano in basso, tre piani al di sotto, attraverso le grandi vetrate della stanza.

Mi riscossi, e mi girai verso Claudio. Veramente io vedo ancora solo pioggia e nuvole, comunque Matteo, cavolo, ce l'abbiamo fatta! La Della Valle ha firmato Mi strinsi nelle spalle e cominciai a raccogliere i fogli che avevo sparso in giro. Diedi un'occhiata rapida all'orologio al polso: Forse ce l'avrei fatta ad andare via prima.

Per la prima volta dopo mesi, sarei uscito dall'ufficio con la luce del sole. Potevo andare a correre un po' al Pincio. Oppure, potevo fare un giro largo per tornare a casa, o anche fermarmi un po' sul lungotevere. Andare a mangiare in qualche bel posto, magari anche prendere una birra in un pub, guardando una partita insieme alla gente, invece di ingurgitare un pezzo di pizza in piedi davanti al tavolo, con il computer acceso sull'ultimo contratto. Potevo perfino telefonare ai miei, che non sentivo da Chiusi gli occhi per nascondere una fitta di irritazione.

Sospirai, e mi risedetti al tavolo accanto a Claudio, cercando di concentrarmi sulle parole del contratto che mi ballavano davanti agli occhi. Al diavolo raggi di sole, fiorellini e occhi verdi da elfo. Mi girai verso il mio collega, e in quel momento vidi distintamente lo squarcio tra le nubi che era apparso poco prima richiudersi inesorabilmente, e quel tenue barlume di luce solare svanire nel grigio della pioggia che riprese a cadere con furia rinnovata. Quel mattino erano orchidee. Perfino io le avevo riconosciute. Quella ragazza non aveva il minimo senso degli affari?

E quella frase scritta sulla lavagna Mi piace pensare che il meglio deve ancora venire. Ma che cos'era, una di quelle appartenenti a qualche strana religione new age, tutta ottimismo, pace, amore, fantasia al potere? I lunghi capelli erano raccolti in una coda che le arrivava fino alla base della schiena, fino a sfiorarle il sedere tondo, che riempiva un paio di jeans scoloriti e larghi in fondo.

Aveva un paio di scarpe da ginnastica rosse, un po' logore, e una semplice maglietta bianca a maniche lunghe, su cui indossava di nuovo il grembiule verde con il logo del negozio.


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Mi soffermai forse un attimo di troppo con lo sguardo sul suo petto, notando il seno pieno e formoso Sentii un brivido corrermi lungo la schiena quando mi resi conto che la stavo guardando in silenzio da minuti interi. Avvertii il suo sguardo curioso su di me, e mi schiarii la voce. La ragazza sorrise, e io ebbi l'assurda sensazione di rivivere il momento del pomeriggio del giorno prima, quando avevo visto quel raggio di sole bucare a sorpresa la coltre di nuvole bassa nel cielo e colpire i giardini vicino all'ufficio. Dedizione totale, come suggerisce il significato del fiore.

La guardai, senza parlare. Ancora quel rumore, ritmico, che la pioggia faceva tamburellando sulla tela del tendone, fuori Ma sentivo anche qualcos'altro. Qualcosa che mi tambureggiava nel petto, come i bassi di una musica profonda e ipnotica. Ci misi qualche secondo a capire che era il mio cuore.

Espirai lentamente, e indietreggiai. Il profumo dei fiori mi stava dando alla testa, decisi.


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Le sentivo vibrare un sorriso nella voce. Non poteva essere che una frase di un poeta francese. Uscii precipitosamente sul marciapiede e mi ritrovai affannato, appoggiato al muro mentre cercavo di riprendere fiato. Mi sembrava di essermi appena svegliato, dopo aver sognato un assurdo sogno pieno di colori vividi e vibranti, ma senza alcun senso logico. Mi guardai attorno, ma sul marciapiede non vidi nessuno. Spalancai gli occhi, allarmato. Mi girai di scatto e vidi la ragazza che mi fissava dalla vetrina, con un lieve sorriso sulle labbra. Un infinito attimo in cui mi vidi gettare di lato l'ombrello e lo zaino con il computer, afferrare la maniglia, spalancare la porta, coprire in un attimo la distanza che mi separava da lei e stringerla, toccarla, afferrarle i capelli, le spalle, per vedere se era reale, se esisteva veramente, se non era solo una mia fantasia.

Baciarle quelle labbra, morderla, leccarla, sentire il suo sapore. Affondare il viso sul suo collo. Sentirla, respirarla, immergermi nel suo profumo di fiori Il rombo di un autobus che passava alle mie spalle mi fece sussultare. Claudio mi guardava negli occhi, un'espressione di vago allarme sul viso. Non so, come se Da quando avevo smesso di passare davanti al negozio di fiori, dopo quell'assurdo episodio che mi aveva fatto temere che qualcosa di strano e pericoloso stesse succedendo.

E che quella ragazza ne fosse in qualche modo responsabile. Ero arrivato anche a pensare che tutto quel profumo di fiori mi avesse intossicato. Mi sembrava di aver avuto le allucinazioni, di aver perso il controllo, e quella sensazione non mi piaceva affatto. Ecco, mi stavo perdendo di nuovo. Non riuscivo a togliermi quella ragazza dalla testa, eppure era l'estremo opposto delle donne con cui di. Ultimamente non avevo neppure il tempo per fermarmi davanti allo specchio e controllare che fosse ancora tutto a posto, figuriamoci se avevo avuto l'occasione per portare fuori qualcuna, magari in un posto carino ed elegante, per poi accompagnarla a casa e farmi invitare da lei e Da quanto tempo non facevo l'amore?

Spalancai gli occhi al pensiero. Se avessi avuto il tempo di pensare a qualcuna, avrei pensato a lei I suoi capelli biondi. Il suo corpo piccolo e morbido. Le sue lunghe dita bianche. Il suo profumo di fiori Mi alzai bruscamente dalla sedia e mi avviai verso la porta. Rose rosse, bianche, rosa, gialle. Il cestino ancora pieno, il profumo dolce, che riempiva l'aria, e le gocce di pioggia che scendevano lente dai bordi del telone, mentre il traffico del pomeriggio impazzava lungo la strada, e cento voci si rincorrevano attorno a me.

Era la prima volta che mi trovavo davanti al negozio in un'ora che non fosse quella del mattino presto, quando tutto era ovattato e ancora sonnolento. Posai la mano sulla maniglia della porta, in preda ad una strana smania. Non vedevo la mia ragazza dagli occhi verdi da giorni, e ora che stavo per trovarmela di nuovo di fronte, il cuore mi batteva forte nel petto.

Per un attimo, ripensai al fatto che me ne ero andato all'improvviso dall'ufficio, senza avvertire nessuno, senza prendere le mie cose, lasciando tutto sospeso. Che cosa mi stava succedendo? Non desideravo altro che rivederla. Guardai alle mie spalle. Vedevo le persone che chiudevano gli ombrelli, che li mettevano via.

Spinsi la porta ed entrai. Che razza di esordio da deficiente! Sei senza cappotto, senza zaino Mi strinsi nelle spalle e feci un passo verso di lei. E penso a te. Anche se non so il tuo nome. Che poteva fare, oltre a mandarmi a quel paese? Certo, potevo ritrovarmi con una bella segnalazione alla polizia per molestie, e quello poteva essere un problema. E poi tacqui, sorridendo.

Come uno stupido, probabilmente, ma non me ne importava nulla. In camicia, giacca aperta e cravatta allentata, in piedi davanti a lei, bellissima e semplice mentre si toglieva il grembiule e lo poggiava sul bancone, e poi si girava a prendere un fiore da un vaso. E me lo porgeva. Mentre lo prendevo, le nostre dita si sfiorarono appena.


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Le frasi sulla lavagna di Serena: Ama molto leggere, soprattutto romanzi d'amore. Chiacchiera dei libri che legge e delle cose che scrive sul suo blog:. Newton Compton , Raffaella V. Poggi , Risultati Giveaways , VeloNero. Judging by the frown, I think the answer there is yes. And shame on my brothers everywhere for overlooking such a fine girl as yourself. But no way in hell was I telling him that. Big boobs, a lack of height, and childbearing hips ran in the family. My mom was exactly the same so there was really very little I could do about it. The lack of luck in love seemed more exclusive to me, however.

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Or a short and shitty one, you pick. Either way, I was just fine and dandy as I was, flying solo. In all honesty, the idea of heading quite that far up into the Pacific North West did not appeal. Ben, the bass player, opened one eye and gave us both a tired look. Then he closed it and went back to sleep. Momenti come quelli dovrebbero essere memorabili. Bisognerebbe sentire il fato che si muove sotto i piedi. E invece, mi toccava lo sguardo scontroso di un tizio con un completo elegante. Aveva due occhi blu ghiaccio, i capelli scuri gli scendevano sul viso e sul collo, incorniciando gli zigomi di un angelo ma la bocca di un bambino cocciuto.

Jimmy Ferris, leader della band. E colui che mi avrebbe spezzato il cuore. Finally, at long last, Jimmy sighed and looked up at me. Everything paused, apart from my pulse, beating loud behind my ears. The man was beautiful in much the same way as the stars. I could only look upon him with longing, he was so far out of my reach.

Still, moments like these are meant to be momentous. Fate shifting beneath your feet should feel big. But instead of mood lighting and dramatic music, I got a cranky cold blue stare from a guy in a razor sharp suit. Dark hair fell over his face and collar, framing the cheekbones of an angel but the jaw of a stubborn child. Every other discernible inch of him appeared to be fully grown male.

The way he held his jaw, however … well. Trust me to find him attractive. So I frowned straight back at him. It was tempting All of this was my own damn fault, I should have been dust weeks ago. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him I quit, however, the words disappeared. Worse even than normal. Ev had asked me to go out with her and her friends a couple of times, but I always made excuses.

Carpet burned knees would not have been nice. Also, the minute we got back to Portland, I was either finally quitting, demanding hazard pay, or both. I capelli scuri gli ricadevano sui tratti affilati del viso e un accenno di barba gli delineava la mascella. Tutto firmato e con i capelli tirati indietro. Troppo raffinato per i miei gusti. Across from us, Jimmy paced back and forth, hands balled into fists. Normally, the man was a princess, a show pony, put together with perfection.

Hair slicked back and designer everything. As eye candy went, his superior rock god status made him ideal. I was safe to fantasize and indulge my libido while remaining well beneath his notice. How much simpler life would be if it had. Today, however, Jimmy seemed all too human, only half dressed with his dark hair falling over the sharp angles of his face and matching stubble lining his jaw.

His usual airtight control was nowhere in evidence. The state of him and the room was shocking. Nothing seemed to have been left unharmed. I must have looked like one of those clowns at the fairs, the ones you where you lob a ball in their mouth to win a prize. No sign of blood though his knuckles were scratched and pink, tender looking. Legs apart, he braced his elbows on his knees and hung his head. When there was nothing at home, she sat Davie and me down at her table and she fed us. Treated us like we were her own. Apparently, neither could I. And to prove it, I stood there utterly useless, my heart breaking for him.

Of course I had. Truth was, Jimmy needed a therapist or a counselor or someone. The man was cracking before my eyes and watching him come apart felt like torture. Now suddenly, his pain felt like my own, tearing up my insides, leaving me raw. The room swam blurrily in front of me. What the hell was I still doing here? Qualified or not, I was all he had. Just talk from your heart. He took a shuddering breath, resting his forehead against me. Damn it, he had seemed okay.

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Better than him imagining phone calls from the recently deceased, but still. So low that I had to strain to hear him. Hell, the woman sounded like a nightmare. His shoulders hitched beneath my hands, his misery surrounding us like an impenetrable shell. He followed behind me like an obedient child. The lights in the white bathroom were blindingly bright a. I placed his shirt and tie on the counter, grabbed a facecloth and wet it. Meanwhile, Jimmy stared off into the distance, his mind obviously far away once again.

The cold damp cloth made contact and he reared back, nostrils flaring. I just need to get my bag and jacket. His chin jerked and his gaze skittered over me. Lips fine, he studied the slowly drying patch on the front of my blouse. The air hissed out between his teeth and his expression calmed. I nodded, giving him a small smile. Hai intenzione di andare prima o poi? Ringraziai Dio per questo. Still, I swear I could feel his pain bearing down on me, threatening to snap me in two. Today he needed a friend.

All sorts of things, really. But every time I went there from then on, she made time to talk to me, even if it was just for two minutes. Still, she always made a point of giving that to me. She kept an eye on me and Dave, made sure we were clothed and fed, that we had what we needed. She cared when no one else gave a shit. Jimmy carefully picked up the piece of paper in front of him, folding it back up.

The poetry was in him, in the way he was baring his heart to these people. He stood tall, facing the crowd. His truth might not be pretty, but there was strength in his stance, pride. Warmth bloomed in my chest at the sight. I slid into the pew and retook my seat. Jimmy deposited himself next to me, the leg of his suit pants brushing against mine. Honestly, after all the drama and emotional upheaval, sticking close seemed a good idea.

For him, of course. His gaze dropped briefly to where we connected before moving away. He made a noise. It sounded agreeable enough. Up in the pulpit the preacher started talking. He looked straight ahead, however, apparently unaware of what his thigh was doing. Nothing showed on his face. Maybe it was his way of acknowledging me, of saying thank you. Or maybe the man had a cramp. A small smile curved my lips, my shoulders sagging with relief. Yes, I could admit to missing having someone special sometimes. Hence my vow to stay sexless and single. I had to protect myself from my own shitty taste in men, even if I did find my own hugs somewhat lacking.

Though I think that was probably a blessing. It was a lot to take in. The way I saw him was altering today in all sorts of ways. She too had tried several of the desserts. Maybe he likes you. We are talking about the same Jimmy Ferris here? She barked out a laugh. I wrinkled my nose. These are the risks we take when we care about people. Something in the way she said that set me on edge. Jimmy and I are strictly a business relationship. I just need a little help getting back on my feet. Have a little respect, huh? The sight brought the cold rushing back in. Last I heard she was still in LA.

It must be a Ferris thing, they both did it at times of stress, bewilderment or just about any other emotion. He just stood there, bleeding. Jimmy turned, giving their mom one last look. To all the world, his gaze must have looked bored, irritated. But the fingers fussing at the bottom of his jacket gave him away, to me at least. Should we buy her some warmer clothes? They really were similar in so many ways. You have any idea what something like that costs?

The man had more money than god. He was right, the thing deserved a one-way ticket to the ragbag. I snapped my mouth shut and pushed up my glasses, got busy digging in the medicine chest. I waited for him to finish. He scowled at the wall, avoiding my eyes completely. I was mostly useful. This man, he did my head in. It seemed only fair to repay the favor in kind. It was just beautiful, like poetry. He sniffed disdainfully, giving me a dour look. Down the hallway drifted various noises as the wake slowly started winding down.

There was the clink of plates and cutlery being gathered. I could hear Mal saying goodbye to someone followed by the hair-raising bang of the front door. It must have been caught by the wind. Some old Bob Dylan tune played low beneath it all. His day, after all, had been far worse than mine. He looked up at me, eyes unguarded. For a moment, I actually forgot myself.

Then he turned away. We need to clean it really well. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. If I could just keep things light and easy everything would be okay. Or at least, as light and easy as things ever got between us. The air of misery around him, however, made it impossible to keep a distance.

He turned away, hands tight around the first aid kit making it creak again. Carefully, I kept rubbing the cream in. The main problem with me is my mouth. In that I have one and use it far more than I probably should. Jimmy leaned back, away from my fingers. Seemed the least I could do was give her a shove in the right direction. Che testa di cazzo. Seems harsh not to give her the same chance. Hell, you threatened to, remember? All she did was hit me up for more money every fucking chance she got. I studied my feet and stayed silent. But I was stuck, forced to bear witness.

I highly doubted Jimmy would appreciate me seeing quite so much of him in one day. Not him as in the physical, but him and his secrets, his past. Such information had a way of binding people and my boss was one of the least likely people to want such a thing. The strained relationship he had with his brother, whom he also worked with, was a prime example. I waited till Jimmy and I were alone to speak. For a long moment the only sound was the dripping of the tap. Time to break the silence. Jimmy looked up at me from beneath his dark brows.

His eyes were like ice storms, his jaw rigid. Just like I said you would. The edge of his mouth twitched. Something inside of me lightened at the sight. He shook his head. Cap 4 tre italiano. On screen, a hockey game raged on, the someones against the someone elses. Contrary to my hopes, the feelings had not dissipated. Instead, they seemed to have settled in for the duration, sinking further and further into my heart and mind.

All of those glimpses into his psyche and his troubled past had changed things irrevocably. Both in how I looked at him, and how often. The truth was, this horrible idiotic crush, or whatever the hell it was, probably showed on my face every time I turned his way. It certainly felt like it did. Mi misi a ridere, ma dentro di me ero terrorizzata a morte. Oh, Cristo santo, aveva fiutato qualcosa, si era accorto della mia sciocca, insensata adorazione per lui e per ogni suo minimo particolare.

Chi volevo prendere in giro? Me lo si leggeva sicuramente in faccia ogni volta che lo guardavo. Io perlomeno avevo quella brutta sensazione. Non sarei mai riuscita a tenerlo nascosto, mai. La sbandata che mi ero presa era troppo grossa, troppo struggente….

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He slumped further down in the corner of the couch, a frown embedded into his handsome face. I highly doubted a male model could have worn them as well. The man just had innate style and show. With my hair messily tied up on top of my head and glasses sitting on the end of my nose, I probably looked like an early candidate for a crazy cat lady. I put my e-reader aside, giving it up as a lost cause. With him in the room, I apparently had the concentration span of a four-year-old loaded up on sugar. But also, I had in fact come down here for a particular reason.

Tiny rivers of rain trickled down the outside of the window and a street light shone in the distance. Typical cold wet weather for this time of year. Just the thought of what it would be like outside in it was enough to make me shiver. He slicked back his hair with the palm of his hand. You normally hang out in your room at night. Lots and lots and then a bit more besides, the bulk of which I was still figuring out. No neat conclusions had yet presented themselves. I might have lied a smidgeon about not being worried about him. He did seem fine.

The funeral and his big blow-up still felt fresh. I pulled my comfy big old green cardigan tighter around me, feeling self-conscious.

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Plus the headlights were on high beam for some reason. Let us not explore why. I must be getting soft. His head lay against the back of the couch, slowly looking me over. Nothing changed in his face, but his eyes seemed to heat somehow. Or maybe I was just imaging things. The room however was lovely and warm as the couch beneath my butt was beautifully comfortable.

You can pick something to watch if you want. A soft chuckle came out of him, a rare, delightful sound indeed. It tickled over my skin in the strangest yet nicest fashion. Only I operate the remote. I had it shipped from Germany, special. My mom had always done the cooking at home, suited me fine.

That was some weird random mechanical fault on the part of the universe. Next was some old 80s made-for-TV movie. You could tell by the hair, it was so high and dry looking. What wonders a keratin treatment would have done for those poor women. And the ginormous shoulder pads, yikes. With the press of a button, miles and miles of bare and bouncy flesh filled the wide screen. Those puppies stayed eerily gravity-defying still. Jimmy sniggered and changed the channel, cars roared around a racetrack.

Jimmy winced, rubbing his ear. My irony-laden comment garnered a lone grunt. Though to be fair, he could put a lot of emotion into a grunt, quite a variation of tone and character. The way Jimmy did it, it was almost a sentence, a story. He turned being a caveman into an art form. I thought I detected a hint of somber to his voice. Perhaps Ev had been right and he was lonely. Often the guys were coming and going during the day, but with Mal spending some time in Idaho with his family, the band was on a break. Jimmy had been more fidgety than normal, at a loss for what to do with himself.

Even normally, however, nighttimes were quiet in the big house. We sat in silence for a while, both of us studying the screen. Well, with the exception of me occasionally slyly studying him. Interestingly enough, he apparently got caught up in the period drama. It was nice—companionable—sitting there with him as opposed to hanging alone in my room.

For his sake of course. The edge of his mouth turned downward. That I stole it to sleep in or something? Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. My shame knew no limits. Someone needs to pay for the stain on my soul. His broad shoulders seem to be bent beneath some weight, his spine bowed. And then afterward, we could chill out and watch some TV. He watched me over his shoulder, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He was right of course, something was going on with me. What was going on with him and his brother concerned me much more.

Ti prenoto un bel massaggio? Un piccolo muscolo si contrasse sulla mascella. The problem with the push-up lay within the way it pretty much mimicked the act of sex. All the sweating, straining, and up and down of the pelvic region. Also, I really needed to get laid or find someone willing to hold hands with me at the very least.

God, I hoped that was all. Nor was spending more time with him helping. I had to be reading the signals wrong. Even if I was wrong, it might just be time to break the ban on men, sex, and romance. Or at least with regards to the men and sex parts. Problem was, time spent with him just soothed something in me. When everything had gone to shit. Sweat darkened the thin cotton of his shirt and the material stuck to him outlining each and every muscle. Man, he had a lot of them, his arms for instance ….

The side of his mouth curled up the tiniest bit. Good god, was that a flash of dimple? My pulse rocketed like it was the Fourth of July. I fucking loved dimples. They were so lickable, so divine. Instantly, I got wet. I just … what is that? I stopped and sniffed at the air. I thought my imagination must be playing tricks on me, but no. Mi ero bagnata in un nanosecondo. Schizzai fuori dalla stanza.

He sat back on his haunches. His gaze jumped to the item of clothing in question, left hanging on the back of a kitchen chair. It was a gray all-weather one, nothing fancy though I bet it cost a bomb. Perfectly suitable for skulking about outside to have a smoke. He licked his lips, eyes suddenly cagey. I can do what I like. He jumped to his feet, brushed off his hands. You and your health is exactly my business. Hand extended, he reached for the jacket. Sadly, for him, I was well ahead of the game there.

I clasped the coat to my chest, rifling through pockets one-handed. Still, I should have been paying more attention, been on it the minute it began. I liberated the gold cardboard box from a side pocket and held it behind me, out of his reach. Hand them over, Lena. The nice big eight-seater kitchen table made a suitable barricade. Though ideally an electric fence would have been best given the look on his face. Why did you do that, Jimmy? He declined to answer. Instead, slowly he moved left. So I of course moved right, keeping the same distance and the bulk of the table between us.

Did he really still think orders worked with me? By the firm set of his jaw, I guessed yes. Crazy wishful thinking on his part. His big body held preternaturally still, strong fingers grasping the back of the chair in front of him. We can do that. Slowly, he sat himself down in the chair. Ora, ogni sera, saluta sua madre leggendole un libro a voce alta. Pagine con cui spera di risvegliarla dopo l'incidente che l'ha costretta in ospedale, in uno stato di incoscienza che la porta alla deriva. Per questa terapia letteraria, Carolina ha scelto i suoi romanzi e versi preferiti, non quelli della madre: Regalando a ognuno dei suoi cari il proprio lieto fine.

Vero o immaginato che sia. Tu mi fai impazzire di Isabel Keats - 18 settembre. Tutti gli abitanti di Cape Cod sanno che quella strana ragazza spagnola ha qualcosa che non va. Anche il suo nuovo vicino, Konrad Landowski, impara presto a conoscerne tutto il repertorio di stranezze: Konrad invece vive alla giornata, mangia schifezze e scrive sceneggiature di film sexy-splatter, ma capisce che Ali ha bisogno di aiuto per affrontare le proprie ossessioni. I due stringono un patto quantomeno improbabile. Cercasi amore vista lago Le ragazze di Verate Vol.

Nonostante lavori in uno studio importante, non perde tempo in riunione con i capi, ma adora mettersi scarponcini e caschetto e andare dove le gru lavorano e i carpentieri danno forma allo spazio. Lo sanno tutti che le apparenze ingannano. Uno che non sa salvare neppure se stesso, come potrebbe aiutare gli altri? Brillante ma indisciplinata, capace di muoversi nei bassifondi addirittura meglio di me. Era fastidiosamente adorabile, ma era nei guai. E i guai di qualcun altro non sono mai stati affari miei.

Mal che vada ci innamoriamo di Mary G. Baccaglini - 20 settembre. Scusa se ho passato la maggior parte della mia vita ad andare incontro alle persone sbagliate, agli uomini sbagliati. E allora facciamo un patto. Tu invece insegnami a dividere il battito serio da quello scherzoso. E poi, mio piccolo cuore, conquisteremo il mondo. Io e te, come due amanti che si sono finalmente trovati. Appuntamento dopo appuntamento Allegra colleziona solo disastri e si convince che i sentimenti non facciano per lei, fino a quando non incrocia uno sguardo che la obbliga a mettere in discussione tutto, a trasformarsi in una donna davanti a un telefono che non suona mai.

Sbaglia, devia, torna indietro, non concede tregua. Bisogna solo lasciarsi andare e accettare che siamo fatti anche di baci, abbracci e carezze. Finalmente arriva il suo primo romanzo. Una storia sui sentimenti quando sono troppo grandi da gestire.