Why a Book?

Too much sadness, anger, frustration had accumulated. I couldn’t express what this destructive fire had consumed in me.

And yet, I knew it had to come out for my own survival.

We can’t move on and rebuild ourselves on a pile of ashes. We must clean up first.
So, I washed it with a lot of grammar and typography.

It was my therapy, I didn’t plan to publish it, but so many people encouraged me to share my story, the blog was just the beginning of this adventure.

It was a long and difficult path, remembering while I must forget.

All our story from the beginning, from the birth of love to the preparation of our wedding.
Then, the unacceptable breakup. Remembering everything in its smallest details, remembering moments that I would have liked to bury deep in my mind, repress as they say in psychology.
It’s nevertheless the path of healing, the one I chose.

To accept to move forward, to accept the reality but also all the emotions that accompany it. I smiled, laughed, cried while writing this book. I poured my flood of love and disappointment into each of its pages. Sometimes, my feelings were too intense and took control, and nothing could come out. Other times, I couldn’t stop writing, although it was 3am.

I always liked writing, but I had never finished a book. One of my dreams came true in unusual circumstances. A mixture of bitterness and pride.

My book is not published yet but I'm working on it, I'm currently looking for a literary agent and a publisher.
However, I wanted to share with you already, the fruit of my therapy!

An excerpt will be published regularly on the new page Book (on the top right), not to mention passages in some of my articles as in:

• Music
• My Wedding Gown
• Once Upon a Time

Read again the Blog Guide too, to enjoy fully my website.
 
Again, thank you for your love and support, I couldn’t have done all of that without you.
Below is the excerpt I chose for the occasion.
 
Happy reading to all!
 
Love & Book,
L.

My Solo Wedding in Santorini
Chapter Santorini, excerpt:

All the year after, I kept telling myself how lucky I was to go back to Santorini. This island had bewitched me, so magical and majestic. I had not been able to discover everything, and I was happy  to see more this time. But also, to visit Santorini with the man I loved, the one who would become my husband. No doubt he would fall in love with this island just as I had been. The photos of our wedding were going to be stunning and we were going to spend an absolute unforgettable week.
 
To be unforgettable, it has been, for sure. I was destroyed, my life was broken, and this island made me reborn.
 
No, I will not change the place of my solo wedding. My decision was made. Santorini was waiting for me, it was calling me. I had spent a year waiting for visiting it again, the excitement of our reunion, E would not take away this happiness, not that one. He had already taken too much, stripped my heart of its essence, I will go to the end of this dream, alone certainly, but determined.
 
I arrived in Santorini to try to forget the love of my life and to recover from the saddest moment of my existence. I did not expect to find love, quite ironic. I first fell in love with this beautiful island, so peaceful and extraordinary. All its sunrises, sunsets, landscapes, sea, caldera, everything there is a postcard. Then, I fell in love with its people, I met incredible friends, a fantastic support to be able to reconnect with life and regain self-confidence. Mostly, I discovered an unconditional love for myself. Feeling my heart beating again was fantastic, although it was scary too. I will never forget all these beautiful moments that I spent there ... Thank you all for having made me live again!
 
Santorini has given me the strength to accept who I am, the courage to rebuild myself, the energy of living in the present and reconsidering my future. I became stronger, more authentic, with different priorities. My rebirth was here. This island is nothing but a volcanic rock, we think it is dead but there is life underneath and great treasures grow under its surface, such as a volcano, tomatoes or vines ... I am like Santorini, I am a rock, and while I thought I was dead inside, my heart was beating again, and great things could still happen.

​L.