Last summer here in Bretagne, I was mostly reading sources for my master’s thesis and writing about the intertextuality and the differences between a modern and a postmodern novel in Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway and Michael Cunningham’s The Hours. This summer will be the summer when I got addicted to Elena Ferrante’s Neopolitan Novels. I haven’t finished the series yet (I am still on the third novel), but I couldn’t resist writing about them. I don’t remember the last time…
