In all seriousness there’s my life before this book and my life after this book.
So shamelessly focused on interior, domestic and the mundane but written in the most extraordinary prose style which worships at the shrine of the beauty of words. One of the best opening pages of all time (gonna post on here later) and completely changed my outlook on my own writing.
Also trivia, Leduc was a real writers writer and championed by the greats of her day, Cocteau, Genet and de Beauvoir to name a few.
