Reader... What a presumptuous word.

But we will do with it.

So, who I am? Not my name, 'cause I won't say it. But what I am like when it comes to reading.

Why do I like reading?

A really good question. Why?

I will be frank with you. I don't know. And you, do you know why your favourite colour is the one you prefer and not another one? Do you prefer green 'cause it's the colour of hope? Do you prefer blue because it's the colour of the sky? Because hope is the light of this world? Because the sky is a place of liberty? Because you don't have the freedom of a bird?

No.

You like green, you like blue, you don't like green, you don't like blue 'cause you like it, 'cause you don't like it. That's all. There is no need to search for a reason behind anything, 'cause this world do not have any reason to be. I'm okay with a meaning, but I won't admit something so stupid as a reason. But that's not the point here.

I do like reading because I like reading. There's no more to say.

There is no accounting for taste.

When I'm reading, will you understand, will you believe me if I say that a story, a book, is like a movie for me? A movie and more. I do see what is going on, I do understand what the character is feeling, I do know the horror or the happiness in a story. For me, a book is not fiction. For me, a book is another reality, the mirror of humanity.

That's all and that's something.

I read all the weeks, all the days, not always a lot every time but for sure everyday.

I can read in my bed, I can read in my room. I can read on a chair, I can read standing. I can read in the street, I can read in the bus, I can read at school ( That's currently what I do everyday when I'm coming to school, somehow ). There's no limit to reading, and no obligation either.

And what do I read all this time?

I read detective stories, biographies sometimes, reality like stories, but I prefer for sure fantastic, fantasy and adventure stories. I don't really have a favourite author. But I do have favourite authors. Who? ... J. R. Tolkien for sure, Pierre Bottero too, Erik L'Homme of course... and others ones  as Robin Hobb.

I don't really remember what was the first story I heard, or remembered, but I can say that I didn't want to learn reading. That's may looks strange, but there was a meaning behind that refusal. It was only 'cause I was afraid that my mother wouldn't read me stories. Do you think it's stupid? Or cute? Or funny? I don't know if that is but I can assure you that once I was able to read, she didn't read me stories anymore ( I was the first one to know how to do, a long time before the others at shool [ half the others' learning time ] with the idea that once it's done, it's not to do anymore ).

The first real book that I read on my own was The black Flint by Louis Mirman, a prehistoric story as you can guess.

It was a book that we bought at a prehistoric museum. At first, I didn't want to read it but my mother said that I did have to. So I did. I don't regret it.

Jane Eyre, a novel written by Charlotte Brontë in 1847, has as main characters, as you can suppose, Jane Eyre, and Edward Rochester.

This is a classic of English literature of the nineteenth century, and it was adapted several times to the cinema. This year, it's the twentieth. It is a huge number that reflects the great welcome that done is  to it every time or almost ...

As a movie came out, as indeed the novel is perhaps a bit long to read for school (although I read it some time ago, I forgot everything but the main lines ) here is a dialogue that could take place between Jane and her granddaughter, several years later ... with the theme very generic "How did you meet Grandpa?"

"Just so you know, I had a really unlucky chilhood. After the death of my parents, I was brought up by my dead uncle's wife, a woman who hated me, even if, myself, I was just asking to have a place in this family, and in a horrible school for young girls.

I must say that when I went and worked in an isolated castle, taking car of a little French girl, daughter of the master's dead mistress, or so I believe, I didn't have much confidence in others anymore.

And the first time I saw your grand-father, he wasn't really ina good mood, and I did not get along with him at all. But as the time was going on, Edward became much more aware of me, and me of him... I had even the feeling of jalousy when he brought in the castle other people for a party, especially a woman who was said to be on the way to marry him!

But one day, he asked me to be his wife, and I ended up agreeing. But even in my worst dreams I could not have imagine what was going to happen during the ceremony!

Edward Rochester was already maried, and, not knowing what to do, I ran away.

But I could not forget him, and in the end I came back to him.

At that time I had a second shock: the castle was destroyed, turned to ashes! His wife, who did not have all her mind, had set fire to the residence just before jumping from the roof. I can't pretend anything else, I was happy that she had died, because then  he was free to marry me, even if he had become blind during the fire...

As for me, I had become rich before that, with the inherintance of another uncle.

For the first time, we were together, equal, free.

And before you say anithing, I know that your grand-father is not blind, since he recowered just for the birth of our first child!"

Thanks to the ones that did the job, even if I don't remenber who it was.

Ah, it seems it was Solène... Thank you for your hard work.

Thank you for your hard work too, Victoria and Floriane.

Once more time, thank you for your hard work, ... Mister unknow?

And the "PDF Complete" thing isn't my fault, just to have it say...