Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 28 May 2017
Before I read this (because it ha snot arrived yet), I have started reading another book which had been gathering dust on my bookshelves for far too long. Believe it or not, I bought it back in 2001, in Provence, and I have not read it once. I think I had kept it for my next time there, which never happened. Now the book is about myths and legends from there, as you can easily tell even if you do not understand French, but I mainly bought it eager to know more about the Tarasque, a sort of dragon (or a dragon cousin) that is the emblematic monster of Provence and who terrorized the place back in the old days. You can see a statue of the mythical monster on the front cover. I knew about the Tarasque since childhood, but my knowledge of the beast never developed as much as I wanted. I intend to become a specialist of the Tarasque this summer, that is my objective. And then I will be able to tell new stories to the Ticklers and eventually my son.