. a clear-eyed, warmly funny tale.' Kirkus Reviews..This novel is the story of a lie. But it is also a story of laughter and tears, of life itself. When her chronically unemployed husband runs off to start a crocodile farm in Kenya with his mistress, Josephine Cortes is left in an unhappy state of affairs. The mother of two is forced to make ends meet on her meagre salary as a medieval history scholar. Meanwhile, Josephine's charismatic sister Iris seems to have it all - a wealthy husband, gorgeous looks, and a tres chic Paris address-but secretly she dreams of bringing meaning back into her life. And then a dinner party changes the sisters' destinies. Iris is seated next to a famous book publisher to whom she spins a tale of the 12th century romance she's writing. When Iris charms him into offering her a lucrative deal for her book, she offers her sister a deal of her own: Josephine will write the novel and pocket all the proceeds, but the book will be published under Iris's name. All is well - until the book becomes the literary sensation of the season.

In this mega-bestseller from France and the follow-up to The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles, a woman contends with divorce, family trouble, and even murder in her journey to discover who she really is. Fortysomething mother of two Joséphine Cortès is at a crossroads. She has just moved to a posh new apartment in Paris after the success of the historical novel she ghostwrote for her sister, Iris. Still struggling with her divorce—the result of her husband running off to Kenya to start a crocodile farm with his mistress—she is now entangled too in a messy lie orchestrated by her sister. And just when things seem they can't get any more complicated, people start turning up dead in her neighborhood. As Joséphine struggles to find her voice and her confidence amidst a messy web of relationships and a string of murders, she and those around her must learn to push on with determination, like headstrong little turtles learning to dance slowly in a world that's too violent and moving too fast.

Le Divorce meets The Elegance of the Hedgehog in this hilariously entertaining mega-bestseller from France When her chronically unemployed husband runs off to start a crocodile farm in Kenya with his mistress, Joséphine Cortès is left in an unhappy state of affairs. The mother of two—confident, beautiful teenage Hortense and shy, babyish Zoé—is forced to maintain a stable family life while making ends meet on her meager salary as a medieval history scholar. Meanwhile, Joséphine’s charismatic sister Iris seems to have it all—a wealthy husband, gorgeous looks, and a très chic Paris address—but she dreams of bringing meaning back into her life. When Iris charms a famous publisher into offering her a lucrative deal for a twelfth-century romance, she offers her sister a deal of her own: Joséphine will write the novel and pocket all the proceeds, but the book will be published under Iris’s name. All is well—that is, until the book becomes the literary sensation of the season.

Rose est une jeune biologiste. Elle fait des recherches à Paris et à New York sur une luciole, Lamprohiza splendidula, qui semble très prometteuse pour la recherche médicale. Si elle étudie avec grande maîtrise l'alchimie sexuelle des insectes et leur reproduction, elle se trouve totalement désemparée face à Léo quand elle en tombe amoureuse. La vie n'est pas comme dans un laboratoire. Et ce n'est pas sa mère (cachée derrière des lunettes noires) ni sa grand-mère (qui parle à Dieu et à ses doigts de pied) qui vont pouvoir l'aider. Bed bug ou le désarroi amoureux d'une femme au bord d'un lit. « Une romancière irrésistible. » « Des histoires bien troussées, racontées avec intelligence, générosité et ambition. » Le Point « La littérature qui donne un peu d'espoir » Le Monde « Et si elle était, à sa façon, moderne, une écumeuse des petits riens qui font les grandes choses, des observations les plus ténues, des couleurs de l'âme ? » Le Parisien

In this mega-bestseller from France and the follow-up to The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles, a woman contends with divorce, family trouble, and even murder in her journey to discover who she really is. Forty-something mother of two Josephine Cortes is at a crossroads. She has just moved to a posh new apartment in Paris after the success of the historical novel she ghostwrote for her sister, Iris. Still struggling with her divorce--the result of her husband running off to Kenya to start a crocodile farm with his mistress--she is now entangled too in a messy lie orchestrated by her sister. And just when things seem they can't get any more complicated, people start turning up dead in her neighbourhood. As Josephine struggles to find her voice and her confidence amidst a messy web of relationships and a string of murders, she and those around her must learn to push on with determination, like headstrong little turtles learning to dance slowly in a world that's too violent and moving too fast.

Les filles sont partout dans ce roman. Elles mènent la danse. De New York à Paris, de la Bourgogne à Londres ou à Miami. Des filles qui inventent, s'enflamment, aiment. Des filles qui se battent pour la vie. Et les hommes ? Ils sont là aussi. Mais ce sont les muchachas qui dansent, dansent, dansent. Elles font voler les destins en éclats. Et ça n'en finit pas !

Souvent la vie s'amuse. Elle nous offre un diamant, caché sous un ticket de métro ou le tombé d'un rideau. Embusqué dans un mot, un regard, un sourire un peu nigaud.Il faut faire attention aux détails. Ils sèment notre vie de petits cailloux et nous guident. Les gens brutaux, les gens pressés, ceux qui portent des gants de boxe ou font gicler le gravier, ignorent les détails. Ils veulent du lourd, de l'imposant, du clinquant, ils ne veulent pas perdre une minute à se baisser pour un sou, une paille, la main d'un homme tremblant. Mais si on se penche, si on arrête le temps, on découvre des diamants dans une main tendue... Et la vie n'est plus jamais triste. Ni le samedi, ni le dimanche, ni le lundi...