Annette BonnePlume is an old lady. Really very old.
She lives surrounded by books, vague memories, and a cat that has seen too much for its age.
She has experienced several centuries, various fashions, and multiple foretold ends of the world. None of which proved particularly convincing.
She writes because she no longer knows very well how to do anything else.
And also because staying silent would be worse.
Annette never believed in happy endings. She prefers honest endings: those that leave a slight bitter taste and a question hanging.
She thinks that life is a series of poorly balanced trials, handed out without any apparent logic, and that it is better to observe it with clarity than to try to hide it behind an Instagram filter.
Technology bores her.
Social media tires her out.
Amazon intrigues her without moving her.
She uses it out of necessity, like one uses a tool that’s a bit too modern for oneself.
Annette BonnePlume is not a heroine.
She is a point of view.
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