58% done with Le Grand Meaulnes

I knew it! Not that it’s that big of a mystery. But still.

I need to re-read Joyce’s Arraby, this novel reminds me of that story.

The emptiness of the second winter feels so cold compared to the previous. This nostalgic embrace of memory is so strong that I too feel like I’m 13 or 14 again, with all that longing and near adult observation.

I love this book.