Why I like steel. and I say now: it's one of those stories that I normally would have hated, which I would have preferred to stay away.
I do not like the descriptions of an Italy sad, desperate, with no escape. Nor when those descriptions are stuck to adolescents: it is not, I do not.
But this story, beyond that, it seemed alive. Viva
in his despair, in its cruelty, nll'incapacità to find a better solution to the future.
I've read the difficulties of adolescents, the confusion, the belief that only one and only one will save us from our friend in this sad ... The certainty that it can not be that friendship will never end, that will always be her best friend for life. And
'their story that struck me, I warmed up, beyond what was happening around them. That was the background, Anna and Francesca's first floor. And
they can not get back together to give hope to the story so full of tears were not paid.
And among the many readings that will soon forget, I feel that Steel does not vanish.
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