January 04, 2010


béatrice Mousli

Bon voyage... Attention, il fait aujourd'hui à Paris entre -4 et 0 (celsius bien entendu!)
et bonne année,


Great, great, great. I love the French title and cover. Felicitations!!!


This revised Harry looks more French, no?

Antoine Wilson

Bon voy, bud.

Perhaps the whole syllabus should read: "Continue writing your novel."


I think an interesting exercise for aspiring novelists would be ask them to rewrite "The Great Gatsby" their own way, and see if the result is any better.


So Welcome to France! I've just finished reading the French version of your novel (and the cover is fabulous) . Thank you for inventing Harry, such a lovable character who both made me laugh and moved me.


cool, when are you there til? I get back on tuesday.


I'm french adolescent girl very very zero in english but I think to try read your book in english, unless you tell me that the french translation is good... The book cover is beautiful and the character seems endearing... Yes, it's in my reading list ! In english or in french, but I want to read =D (Sorry for the missplellings...) I back when I should have read.
Félicitations pour ce livre qui je pense, va avoir beaucoup de succès en France si toutes les adolescentes sont charmées par le titre ;-) A bientôt !


Hello Mark,
Happy New Year from France !
I read your book and I like it although I don't really laugh !

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