By Isabel Allende
Atrévete a amar.
La gran narradora chilena escribe abiertamente, haciendo un guiño a sus lectores, sobre sus experiencias en el sexo y el amor.
«Mi vida sexual comenzó temprano, más o menos a los cinco años, en el kindergarten de las monjas ursulinas, en Santiago de Chile.» Con estas palabras, Isabel Allende inicia este compendio sobre amor y eros compuesto por fragmentos escogidos de sus obras, que esbozan a través de sus personajes l. a. propia trayectoria very important de los angeles autora.
Si hay alguien capaz de describir con maestría, personalidad y humor l. a. naturaleza caprichosa del amor, es Isabel Allende. Esta recopilación de escenas de amor, seleccionadas de entre sus libros, son una invitación a sumergirse en los angeles lectura, soñar y sonreír.
«Un encuentro íntimo con una de las escritoras más leídas del mundo, que revela ese "misterio de lo prohibido" que está tan de moda.»
El Norte de Castilla
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And her fingers trembled lightly as she dropped them. Hot and shivering dreams. Colors and shapes pulsing through her mind, through her body. So stunning, so… erotic. Hands on her breasts, but not. A mouth crushing down on hers but never really touching. Closing her eyes, she let the towel fall, skimmed her hands over her breasts, down, up again, trying to focus on where she had journeyed in sleep. The taste of male skin, the hot slide of it over her own. Needs rocketing through the mind to be met and met again until the beauty of it brought tears.
Then she poured herself a glass from one of the bottles of wine she'd brought along, lifted it in a toast and swallowed deep. " To make herself feel more at home, she heated a can of soup and ate it standing up, dreaming, looking out the kitchen window, as she often did in her apartment in the city. But the dreams were softer here, and yet more clear. Towering trees and bubbling water, thrashing waves and the last light of the day. A handsome man with tawny eyes who stood on a windswept cliff and smiled at her.
I love it here," she murmured, sitting back on her heels to watch the flames catch. "Even when I'm lonely, like I was tonight, it feels right being here. " She turned her head, smiled a little. They were eye to eye now, deep blue to dark gold. Reaching out she skimmed her hand under his powerful jaw, rubbing the silky line of his throat. "No one would believe me. No one I know would believe me if I told them I was in a cabin in Oregon talking to a big, black, gorgeous wolf. And maybe I'm just dreaming.