Lucie, 16, has had enough. By orchestrating his disappearance, she hopes to put her family back together, which is falling apart.
But she will do everything, except disappear, during this night where she observes, from a neighboring house, her residence, hoping that this false kidnapping sewn with white thread will finally allow the curtain to be raised on the shadow theater in which they are engaged. his parents. Lucie thus plunges back into her memories, putting the pieces of this family puzzle back into place, where the weight of secrets has become unbearable. To escape what is swallowing her, she engages in an act of (re)creation of a life marked by lack of self-esteem, the dictatorship of beauty – in which her mother drowns, who refuses to growing old –, a doting but absent father figure and a shady virtual boyfriend.
As in her first novel I will dig up my father, Catherine Larochelle tells her story through the eyes of a woman-child, here at this tipping point where the innocence of childhood collides with the disillusionment of the adult world . Despite her young age, Lucie has a sharp, acid outlook on society and its pretenses. “My body no longer belongs to me. It is relentlessly chewed up by the gaze of others. I am swallowed, then burped by society. » The language is very colorful, knows how to move people and make them smile, carried by an inexhaustible flow – a process which the author perhaps overuses a little, with long enumerative flights. Ultimately, this is a lovely story with its touch of intrigue, which will touch people of all ages.
