BE MY BOOK-VALENTINE CHALLENGE
I still remember the day this saga found its way into my hands—and into my heart. Page after page, the mysteries whispered promises I couldn’t resist, keeping me awake and wanting more. Each book felt like falling in love all over again, and just when I thought it couldn’t get better, it did.
Set in the beautiful land of Cantabria, this six-book romance with mystery stole my heart completely. If you enjoy crime stories, let this be your Valentine: thrilling, unforgettable, and impossible to put down. I recommend you read 'Puerto Escondido' by María Oruña.
Je me souviens encore du jour où cette saga est entrée dans ma vie — et dans mon cœur. Page après page, les mystères murmuraient des promesses auxquelles je ne pouvais pas résister, me tenant éveillée et avide d’en lire toujours plus. Chaque livre donnait l’impression de tomber amoureuse à nouveau, et juste au moment où je pensais que cela ne pouvait pas être meilleur, ça l’a été.
Située dans la magnifique région de Cantabrie, cette romance en six tomes mêlant mystère et suspense m’a complètement conquise. Si vous aimez les histoires criminelles, considérez ceci comme votre Valentine : palpitante, inoubliable et absolument impossible à lâcher.
Je vous recommande de lire « Puerto Escondido » de María Oruña.
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Ich erinnere mich an den Tag, an dem ich diese Saga gefunden habe. Sie kam in meine Hände und in mein Herz. Die Geschichte war sehr spannend. Ich wollte immer weiterlesen und konnte nachts kaum schlafen.
Jedes Buch war für mich etwas Besonderes. Es fühlte sich an wie neu verliebt sein. Und jedes neue Buch war noch besser als das vorherige.
Die Geschichte spielt in der schönen Region Kantabrien. Es ist eine Liebesgeschichte mit sechs Büchern und viel Spannung. Wenn Sie Krimis mögen, ist diese Saga genau richtig für Sie. Sie ist spannend und schwer wegzulegen.
Ich empfehle Ihnen, „Puerto Escondido“ von María Oruña zu lesen.

MY BOOK-VALENTINE: For whom the bell tolls
ReplyDeleteIn the 1990s, literary collections were all the rage, and I bought "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Ernest Hemingway because it was a Planeta bestseller.
From the very first page, you captured my heart. Hemingway’s words drew me into the courage, love, and sacrifices of Robert Jordan. I could feel the weight of war, the intensity of love, and the beauty of loyalty.
I remember sitting on the balcony, my back against the wall, surrounded by the natural and historical landscape of a small town in Castilla y León.
There I was, completely absorbed, reading nonstop until Chapter XLIII.
The memory I brought with me to Cantabria is this book, now with yellowed pages, ending with the line: “I could feel his heartbeats pounding against the ground, covered with pine needles.” Today, I can still experience that moment while walking up the mountain behind my house.
MY BOOK-VALENTINE: Mrs Dalloway
ReplyDeleteDear Mrs Dalloway:
I met you some years ago, when I was younger, and you didn’t mean much to me. You were just another “canonic” book, one of those novels you must read if you respect yourself as a reader.
But few months ago I gave you another try, and I’m your fan now, Mrs Dalloway. I love you because you’re a risky and paradoxical novel. You show us a day in a middle aged woman’s life, Clarissa Dalloway, fussy about the party she’s hosting that very night. “Well”, we would say, “it doesn’t seem much…” But the thing is that what we hear is her inner dialogue, that lets us see what she is doing and watching, but also her thoughts, her memories, her spoken words. The concept of time is a paradox, too: the present plays with the past, “today” contains the whole life.
Not a small part of my love for you, Mrs Dalloway, lies on your writing. Your pages are full with poetical never seen images. My favourite ones: the coming of the evening is “a woman who has taken off her apron to dress in blue and adorn herself with pearls”; the strokes of the clock are “heavy circles of lead”.
I’ve spent a delightful time with you, and now, you have me fallen at your feet.
Mariló Martín del Canto