Libricino composto solo da immagini e sensazioni. I think it's similar to "Moments of negligible happiness".

I had forgotten to have read it: it came back to my mind by pure chance as I found myself in a situation similar to those described.

I remember that I had thought a lot about how to read it. Was it better to read it all in one go (and enjoy more than half an hour of happy memories) or to dilute it, allowing oneself a few pleasant images per day?

I remember my favorite image. Although, to be honest, I'm not 100% sure if it was from this book or a similar one.

When we discover that the condominium assembly scheduled for 2 am is only formal and in reality we have to go to the second one. At 10 am on Saturday. What a great sigh of relief!

The original article is not provided, so I can't rewrite and expand it specifically. However, I can give you a general example of how to expand an article to about 300 words.

Let's assume the original article is: "The importance of exercise. Exercise is good for our health. It can make us stronger and more energetic."

Here is the expanded version:

The importance of exercise cannot be overemphasized.

Exercise is not only good for our physical health but also has a profound impact on our mental well-being.

Regular physical activity helps to strengthen our muscles and bones, improve our cardiovascular function, and boost our immune system.

It also helps to reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, and improve our mood and cognitive function.

Moreover, exercise can increase our energy levels, making us more productive and efficient in our daily lives.

In conclusion, incorporating exercise into our daily routine is essential for maintaining a healthy and happy lifestyle.

Whether it's through walking, running, cycling, or any other form of physical activity, we should all strive to get at least 30 minutes of exercise every day.

The first sip of beer and other tiny pleasures.

This is my translation of the title of this 'bouquin' or little book. However, it hardly conveys the power and wisdom of Philippe Delerm's observations. His writings are truly gems of observation.

He focuses on the things of everyday life with great wit and affection. In his eponymous essay, he notes how the first taste of most experiences is the most pleasurable. With his other pieces, he reminds the reader about the satisfaction and wonder that reside in life's minutiae.

'Shelling Peas', which is again my loose translation, presumably presents two people in the kitchen. One is popping peas from their pods, and the other is a casual intruder who joins in the chore. With their heads down, the two people talk about work, plans, and weariness. But the conversation never becomes philosophical. Instead, it stretches the morning hours and gives all sorts of comfort.

I absolutely loved this treasure of a book and look forward to reading more of Delerm's work. His ability to find beauty and meaning in the simplest of things is truly remarkable.

It makes me realize that there are countless tiny pleasures in our daily lives that we often overlook. By paying attention to these details, we can add more joy and richness to our existence.

Delerm's writing is a gentle reminder to slow down, appreciate the present moment, and find happiness in the small things. I can't wait to see what other insights and delights he has in store for us.

La prima bidonata di libro è sempre un momento speciale. È il momento in cui un autore vede il proprio lavoro stampato e pronto per essere letto dal pubblico. Questo è il momento in cui tutti gli sforzi e le notti insonni diventano realtà.

La bidonata di libro rappresenta il risultato di molte ore di ricerca, scrittura e revisione. È il prodotto di una mente creativa che ha dato vita a un mondo di parole e idee. Quando l'autore riceve la prima copia del proprio libro, è come se fosse in presenza di un figlio nato.

Per molti autori, la prima bidonata di libro è anche un momento di ansia. Si chiedono se il pubblico apprezzerà il loro lavoro, se le critiche saranno positive o negative. Ma nonostante l'ansia, la gioia di vedere il proprio libro in mano è qualcosa che non può essere descritto in parole. È un'emozione unica e indimenticabile che rimarrà nel cuore dell'autore per sempre.

These are not just stories but small walks, sometimes written with such charm, with such freshness - even when there is a vein of melancholy - that they enter you silently, slip in unnoticed, almost, and then stay there.

Like "One could almost eat outside", or "The packet of pasta on Sunday morning", or also "The bicycle and cycling", or the one about the phone booth.

It is a very lyrical writing, in the metaphors, in the juxtapositions, and at the same time essential. The author has a unique way of capturing the essence of these everyday moments and transforming them into something beautiful and memorable. The use of vivid language and the ability to create a sense of atmosphere make these pieces truly engaging. Whether it's the description of a simple scene or the exploration of a complex emotion, the writing always manages to touch the reader's heart. It's as if the author is inviting us to see the world through his or her eyes and discover the hidden beauty in the ordinary.

Diciamo 3.5 ⭐

The idea is adorable. Perhaps, however, these little pleasures of life are more recognizable to a generation previous to mine. (I, for example, have never called from a phone booth and have never handled a kaleidoscope!). Nevertheless, I can also perceive, in part, a certain sweetness.

My favorites are those that are more accessible to me and that infuse me with more tenderness: The cinema, The autumn sweater, The surprise invitation and, needless to say, Reading on the beach.

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What I didn't like: too many references to things that, unfortunately, I don't know and that therefore make me lose part of the beauty of what I read (probably). But perhaps I am out of time for reading (in the sense that I am too young).

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\\"...the same type of dizziness as when you go down a staircase in the dark and you expect another step that isn't there\\".

\\"It's winter forever, in the water of the glass marbles\\"

Gently nostalgic, we often take a poetical look at life's little pleasures. Shelling peas is a simple yet satisfying activity. The soft pop as the peas are released from their pods, and the fresh green color that fills our hands. Picking blackberries is another delight. The sweet tang of the berries as we pluck them from the bushes, the stain they leave on our fingers, and the joy of sharing them with others.

Remembering the days of phoning from a call-box, with the smell of old newspapers and the sound of coins clinking. The mobile library, a haven of knowledge that visited our neighborhoods, bringing with it a world of stories and ideas. And the Tour de France, the excitement of watching the cyclists speed by, the colorful jerseys, and the sense of adventure that it inspired.

These little pleasures may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but they are the building blocks of a happy life. They remind us of the simple joys that are often overlooked in our busy world, and they bring a smile to our faces and warmth to our hearts.

The little book that concerns us consists of 34 brief reflections on the small pleasures that make life enjoyable: from that first sip of beer that gives the book its title, to the joy of looking through a kaleidoscope, passing by the croissant we eat on the street when coming back from the bakery or the inevitable discomfort of reading on the beach. The pleasure we obtain from its reading will depend on the coincidence with the tastes of the author -very French, I must say- but what is inevitable is that the reader will ask himself what his own small pleasures of life are and meditate on whether he enjoys them properly.

When it was published in 1997, some things have become obsolete, such as the phone booth or the bicycle dynamo, others are on the way to becoming so, like reading the newspaper while having breakfast. This has made me think of some of my old small pleasures that I don't know if the current generation of young people would recognize: the camp bed and the flexible lamp on study nights, the smell of freshly changed sheets and full of books that my 15-year-old self could read... This reading is like Proust's madeleine, it will lead each one along a different path.

In any case, take this book not as a serious work of great structural, grammatical or thematic complexity, but as a friendly and light appetizer that can lead us to other literary feasts.

I went to read it with skepticism because it seemed overrated, but not at all.

The lyricism of daily life, in the small things, always reflects greater ideas. We are sensitive beings and everything is connected through our experience.

Thus, in this book, the way of riding a bike can represent a philosophy of life or the smell of apples can describe an entire culture.

Great poetry in prose, very Proustian. The mere presence everywhere of words like "weightlessness", "foggy", "curl up" or "melodious" seems to me representative of this xd

To find some fault with it, it is very much for French men of the past century. Not all of us have a cellar at home, go to pick blackberries in autumn or use the mobile library of the region when it passes through the village (lol).

It is a unique and charming work that offers a different perspective on the world around us. It makes us stop and appreciate the beauty and significance in the simplest of things. The author's use of language is masterful, creating vivid images and evoking strong emotions.

Overall, it is a book that I would highly recommend to anyone who enjoys literature that delves deep into the human experience and the mysteries of life.

A French little book! Part of me wants to give it half a star more because after all it has given me an hour of entertainment and left me with a certain sense of freshness, as if I had read a relaxing herbal tea. Another part of me, and it is the larger one, reminds me that if I start using endearments and words like "hour" in a review, something is not right.

As I was reading, I thought: it could be a blog, and perhaps even a successful blog in the new age-self-help-personal improvement-underbrush - you add the genre. The author lists a series of little pleasures - his little pleasures - that give 10 minutes of happiness. They are bucolic scenes: imagine the character who goes out one morning at dawn from home to walk to the bakery and buy a baguette and some freshly baked croissants. It makes you smile, and it makes me want to buy a basket.

I read the text, and although I understood approximately half of what was written, what I understood was completely wonderful.

It was as if a door had opened to a new world of ideas and emotions.

The words seemed to dance on the page, captivating my attention and making my mind race with possibilities.

Even the parts that I didn't fully understand added to the mystery and allure of the text.

It made me eager to learn more, to explore further, and to try to unlock the full meaning that lay hidden within those lines.

I found myself completely engrossed in the reading, losing track of time and everything else around me.

It was a truly magical experience, one that I will not soon forget.

I can't wait to read more and see where this literary journey takes me.

This text is truly perfect for my current French level. It is short enough that I don't get overly annoyed by the slow pace at which I read French. In general, I struggle to persevere when it comes to other languages. The disparity between my English reading speed and that of non-English languages is simply too frustrating.

Moreover, it reminds me of Ross Gay's The Book of Delights. It is the kind of book that is easy to dip into from time to time. It vividly evokes the little pleasures of life, some of which have already vanished, like the phone booth.

It makes me realize that even in the simplest of things, there can be great delight and that we should cherish these moments. This short piece of text in French has not only helped me practice my language skills but also brought back memories and made me appreciate the beauty of life's small joys.