Pour moi seule : roman

A young woman narrates the quiet rhythms of her modest home on the narrow Rue des Massacres, where the walls are thin, the courtyard bare, and an old convent’s chapel looms nearby. She spends her days tending to domestic chores, listening to the clatter of dishes, and watching smoke rise from the chimney, all while feeling a restless urge to capture the thoughts that swirl inside her. Her voice is intimate, tinged with both modest education and a yearning to turn ordinary moments into something written and lasting.

The story drifts back to Paris, recalling a fog‑laden spring after her father’s death and the cramped apartment she once shared with her mother and sister. A simple petition to leave the city for the countryside blossoms into a deeper reflection on family expectations, the constraints of marriage, and the small freedoms found in everyday details. As she begins to write, the narrative balances the tenderness of memory with the quiet tension of a life caught between duty and desire.

Through vivid description and gentle humor, the novel invites listeners to step into a world where the ordinary becomes a canvas for inner exploration, offering a poignant glimpse of early‑20th‑century French domestic life.