[Ends since the turn of summer reruns the second entry visitda most of the history of this blog (or at least it was until the replacement for a couple of weeks). Raymond seems to have more fans because Esplugafreda network than you think ...] I was eleven or twelve years old and had already discovered that I enjoy reading rather than playing football. Many had free time in the school library, well stocked, and had also a sunny terrace. A fabulous place to get lost in a book. Even I joined as a volunteer in some strange activity related to the library as an excuse to go there more often and enjoy more hours of reading. This idea also had a girlfriend in my class, who seemed much interested in books as me, and together we spent hours sitting alone in silence greedily cookout devouring flat.
Finally place ourselves, we must remember that it was the first half of the eighties. We begin to awaken those who did not have the hormones Movies Friday night Canal Plus or the Internet, inexhaustible sources of nudity and sexual wisdom of generations after us. Even had practically topless beaches. If someone got a steal of estranquis Interviu his father, became a precious cookout treasure that passed from hand to hand among shouts of admiration drowned. A pair of breasts was the most powerful cookout image that could avert all efforts of our imagination.
In this context, one day pick a book just arrived with a title that strikes me: We swam in the lake with a full moon, Raimon cookout Esplugafreda. I started reading it and immediately catches me the mystery story. At that time I was really into the classics (hobbits of Tolkien, cookout Arthur Gordon cookout Pym Poe, the Charles Lau Soldevilas, Frankenstein ...) and what seemed like a real contemporary version of the book adventures. The best was yet to come.
At any given time, and without waiting for me, I come upon a scene racier, kisses and even a degree of nudity that made me blush. It was the first time I saw something in a book. I was a bit overwhelmed. This could be done? It was as if someone had suddenly lifted the curtain. So far my imaginary worlds were populated by elves and creatures assexuades cookout more eager to explore the unknown mating. Opened a world of new possibilities in front of me had just lost my innocence as a reader.
I immediately wanted cookout to share the discovery with my fellow exile librarian. No ulterior motive, of course: she knew as much as I appreciate it. And so it was. We discuss and reread the book a lot of times together. We felt like sharing the secret one, as if we had entered cookout a forbidden knowledge. We suddenly feel great. I'm sure this happened to more than one, so we swam ended up becoming a major success among the people of our age. Even those who do not read much used.
When it was published the following book Esplugafreda, cookout Maybe tonight Cala Roja already had two or three years and better understand how the world works. Anyway, I ran to read it. The novel follows a pattern cookout similar to the first and I do not hit much, but revived somewhat remember those first impressions. His other two books, appeared later, as I did not get to read. My journey of initiation had been completed and are known to fly alone. But that first adventure was forever cookout etched in my memory (a quarter of a century and still remember!).
And the end of the story you promised? Well, my classmate, the insatiable reader, he becomes one day my wife and mother of my child. We can not ensure that swam there had nothing cookout to do, but who knows ...
It was not until many years after those sessions library Raimón Esplugafreda I knew that was a pseudonym. I was not until I started shuffling cookout the internet a few weeks ago I discovered that hides behind such Bonals Jesus, high school math teacher Balsarenys cookout born in 1943. I congratulate him for being so well known tune with what young people wanted to read then. From here, on behalf of an entire generation, thanks Raimón / Jesus!
Was sung which had to be your wife! If you were made for each other, it is. Who told you you could at the time, and she, one day you write books and she fiercely criticize them to you, always improving, huh! What story, at first thought it was a story. The innocence of children, the discoveries of all that we were previously prohibited.
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