When I was in French "Première" grade (equivalent to the US 11th grade), I was assigned to read the book "Désert" (basically Desert) by Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio, a French nobel-prize writer.
I haven't touched it since and at the time, the book was as dry as the title made it feel. A vast, empty desert, filled with uttered and boring words that sucked life out of each of my orifices. Those were hard times.
When I was in French "Première" grade (equivalent to the US 11th grade), I was assigned to read the book "Désert" (basically Desert) by Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio, a French nobel-prize writer.
I haven't touched it since and at the time, the book was as dry as the title made it feel. A vast, empty desert, filled with uttered and boring words that sucked life out of each of my orifices. Those were hard times.