Reading Letters from my Windmill felt like taking a little vacation in France in the mid-1800s. As someone who always finds peace and happiness in the greenery, it was impossible for me not to love this book. However, I can say that I found much more than I was looking for. It is the author’s favourite work; One immediately understands how much he enjoyed writing it.
Letters from my Windmill is a book consisting of short stories by Alphonse Daudet. The book, which is among the classics, describes Provence’s daily life’s small scenes and includes the author’s pleasant moments. Of course, not every story in it is happy, even some are a bit sad, but the author’s windmill still fascinates you.
It is as if you walk with him on the cobblestone sidewalks and listen to the chirping of birds. It may not be perfect, but it is not harmful to read letters that will take you to the lavender-smelling countryside of Provence. These letters will make an ideal read for winter months. Please remember this; read it without expectations, and you will enjoy it a lot more. Accompany it with a piece of pleasant classical music and enjoy escaping to Provence. I think it is a great book, especially for those who have seen or want to visit France. Enjoy!
Letters from my Windmill
The stories are all told by the author in the first person, typically addressing a Parisian reader. Daudet, having relocated his home from Paris, recounts short bucolic tales about his new life in Provence as well as his trips to Corsica and French Algeria. Considered to be light-hearted, and often a bit tongue-in-cheek, the stories vary from day-to-day events in southern France to Provençal folk-tales, and often feature professions and faunal references characteristic of Provence.
Alphonse Daudet was a French novelist. He was the husband of Julia Daudet and father of Edmée Daudet, and writers Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet.
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