Tag Archives: books

elle

| her (pronoun) | /ɛl/ You loved to watch her read. But you feared the storm that lingered beneath the surface of her smile. Indeed, her eyes betrayed a certain sadness, stemming, perhaps, from the realization that her life would … Continue reading

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figue

| fig (feminine noun) | /fig/ I originally considered writing my master’s thesis on Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. But rereading the novel and devouring research on the fragmented female identity, as portrayed in Plath’s novel, resonated too much and … Continue reading

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lire

| to read (verb) | /liʀ/ In two months, I will take up my studies again and prepare a second Master’s degree in Anglophone literature. My imminent re-entry into academia has made me contemplate the reasons why I chose to … Continue reading

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mourir

| to die (verb) | /muʀiʀ/ Have you ever mourned the loss of someone living? Have you ever bent before a sadness whose power brought you to your knees? They ask if I believe in God. I say, “I bow before my … Continue reading

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aller

| to go (verb) | /ale/ The academic year has come to an end, so I’m burdened with copious amounts of time. I am legally obligated to stay in France until my contract ends on July 15th, since I have several … Continue reading

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oser

| to dare (verb) | /oze/ I am guilty of obsessively exploring the same topics on my blog: that constant ricochet between mania and despair, and the self-directed anger that comes with it. Afterall, I’ve brought this all upon myself … Continue reading

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courageuse

| brave (feminine adjective) | /kuʀaʒøz/ Most days I am prisoner to the dizzying contours of my own mind. One word sends me spiraling. I feel guilty for even writing this post. Who am I to write of pain? I … Continue reading

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