The other week, I told you about a book by Maylis de Kerangal. She is a french writer and she wrote about ten books. Here in Italy only two of them have been published, Riparare i viventi and Nascita di un ponte, so I can only talk after reading just these two books. I already wrote a bit more about Riparare i viventi, but one thing I have to repeat again for this book too: her writing is amazing, every single word is full of meaning and it's in the right place at the right time. And she knows when to stop; many times I read a great book that turns out to be not so great in the end and mostly because the writer didn't know where to end his story and so the reader finds himself in so many useless details and facts. When I looked for Nascita di un ponte in the library the other week, I wasn't so sure that I would like this book too; its subject didn't attract me so much, but when you have to deal with such a great author, you at least have to try. Lucky me I was right to try, this book is very good, but I have to admit it: reading Riparare i viventi is something else. I've been reading books in English, and enjoying to do so, for only two or three years I think. It had been one of my goals for so many years and now I want to do a little bit more: I want to catch up with the classics of the English literature I didn't read. Of course it will take some time and I don't want to read everything that has been written, but what I like and what I will enjoy. I started a few months ago with A room with a View by E. M. Forster. For these books I don't want to do one of my reviews, I just want to sort of keep track of how I'm doing.