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How I Manifested a French Novel from Thin Air (and Why You’re Probably a Manifestor Too)
No crystals. No chants. Just casual curiosity, a walk by the Thames, and a second-hand bookstall.
I’m starting to suspect I may qualify as a master manifestor. Not in the “sage on a mountain” sense. No chanting under a full moon or whispering to the Universe over a candlelit vision board. I mean the type who casually thinks of something and bam! it turns up.
If you studied French literature at A-level, you may remember Le Notaire du Havre by Georges Duhamel. It is a charming yet quietly intense novel about the Pasquier family.
Most people in my class filed it under “books I read because I had to”, but I absolutely adored it. The characters felt so alive, so ordinary and extraordinary all at once.
When we reached the end, I remember closing the book and genuinely wondering what happened to the family after that. Did Laurent ever settle down? Did the mother get a moment of peace?
Years went by. I forgot about the Pasquiers. Then, completely out of nowhere, their name floated back into my head last week. I’d been thinking about unfinished stories and how fictional families sometimes feel more real than real ones (no offence…
