Dominique de Saint Mars
Author of Max est fou de jeux vidéo
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Max et Koffi sont copains 2 copies
Le petit livre pour dire non, Tome 1 : Le petit livre pour dire non à la maltraitance (1998) 2 copies
Max es torpe Así es la vida 1 copy
A Max no le gusta leer 1 copy
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Lili a un chagrin d'amour was an absolutely enchanting little comic book about love and skinny bitches trying to steal your man.There were sometimes phrases that I just didn't understand, like referring to someone as an "Artichoke Heart" or exclamations of "My Sheet!" (Which some how ends up being "damn"?)But that's inevitable when things are lost in translation. That, or French people are just insane, psycho bitches...
This isn't going to be fair, not least because my French is way worse than is needed to read a book for little children. Way way worse.
But also because I confess it irritated me. It's about a girl getting to that stage which apparently girls do, when they start worrying about whether they are going to get any breasts and if they are going to be big enough and.....I'm sure I don't need to go on.
Consider the other point of view. I was tormented throughout primary school by having breasts from show more the time I was about five. Later on, maybe my first year of highschool, when I finished growing, I had the strength and understanding not to care what other people think. But it is very hard to appreciate that as a primary school child. Has anybody written a book about how awful it is having breasts as a little kid???? I think not!!!! In my opinion we have quite enough books telling us not to worry if we haven't got tits yet, they'll come.
I was reflecting upon this a couple of days ago when I saw the Russ Meyer film 'Faster, Pussycat. Kill! Kill!' There is an extraordinary moment in the film where the chief protagonist, a girl who can look after herself, kills a man with her bare hands with an ease I wouldn't have in me to tackle a tinned sardine. It felt horribly real to me in a film which is laughing at itself, laughing at US culture and wishing to make a point to intellectual art cinema, ie a film which shouldn't have any sense of reality in it.
I looked up the actor who played this role afterwards and discovered that she also was afflicted by breasts as a small child. But what happened to Tura Satana was truly appalling:
Who needs a Russ Meyer plot?
I haven't been able to verify this in any way, but it's a great story of revenge if true and not unlike the ending of the tribute film to Pussycat, Tarantino's Deathproof.
Hmmmm. Maybe that's what this book is lacking. A Meyer/Tarantino subplot of big breasts and women who don't give a fuck. The author certainly churns them out. Maybe there's one on the way. show less
But also because I confess it irritated me. It's about a girl getting to that stage which apparently girls do, when they start worrying about whether they are going to get any breasts and if they are going to be big enough and.....I'm sure I don't need to go on.
Consider the other point of view. I was tormented throughout primary school by having breasts from show more the time I was about five. Later on, maybe my first year of highschool, when I finished growing, I had the strength and understanding not to care what other people think. But it is very hard to appreciate that as a primary school child. Has anybody written a book about how awful it is having breasts as a little kid???? I think not!!!! In my opinion we have quite enough books telling us not to worry if we haven't got tits yet, they'll come.
I was reflecting upon this a couple of days ago when I saw the Russ Meyer film 'Faster, Pussycat. Kill! Kill!' There is an extraordinary moment in the film where the chief protagonist, a girl who can look after herself, kills a man with her bare hands with an ease I wouldn't have in me to tackle a tinned sardine. It felt horribly real to me in a film which is laughing at itself, laughing at US culture and wishing to make a point to intellectual art cinema, ie a film which shouldn't have any sense of reality in it.
I looked up the actor who played this role afterwards and discovered that she also was afflicted by breasts as a small child. But what happened to Tura Satana was truly appalling:
from wiki http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tura_Satana
She developed breasts very early and, despite being an excellent student, was constantly harassed for her figure and Asian heritage. Walking home from school at the age of nine she was gang raped by five men. Her attackers were never prosecuted and it was rumored that the judge had been paid off.[1] This prompted her to learn the martial arts of aikido and karate and, over the next 15 years, track down each rapist and exact revenge.[2] "I made a vow to myself that I would someday, somehow get even with all of them," she said years later. "They never knew who I was until I told them."[2]
Who needs a Russ Meyer plot?
I haven't been able to verify this in any way, but it's a great story of revenge if true and not unlike the ending of the tribute film to Pussycat, Tarantino's Deathproof.
Hmmmm. Maybe that's what this book is lacking. A Meyer/Tarantino subplot of big breasts and women who don't give a fuck. The author certainly churns them out. Maybe there's one on the way. show less
Interesting to read about how Lili deals with being angry with her friend, and how she comes to a solution anyway.
Eh, justice! What is just and what isn't? This helps explaining to children that life actually isn't all about justice, and that sometimes, bad things happen to good people.
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