Letters to Mr. Darcy. Life is a Story - story.one

My dearest Mr. Darcy,allow me to make a sassy prediction: one day, you will read my name on this book cover, and by the time you realize it, you will be reading this letter. Awareness will strike you like lightning; you will drop your act and feel in your bones that you are the one I wrote it to. Pride, then, will take your ego to the highest heights as you remember our time together, but the prejudice resulting from the same period will be the one causing your fingers to tremble and your breath to falter; you will be taking the book home. What's more, I venture to say that, somehow, no matter where I might be, I will know it too. It's an inexplicable feeling, weird but wagerable. In the meantime, I leave you with a more daring question than the single "why?" messing with your head as soon as you started reading me: love rules the world, but as innocent and ardently as it may be, can it conquer it all?Yours truly,the author

Autorentext

Hi there! I'm Beatriz, but everybody calls me Bia. Nice to meet you! I was born in São Paulo in 1993, and as an authentic Brazilian, I have Portuguese, Italian, Lebanese, and Austrian blood. I graduated in Graphic Design from Belas Artes in São Paulo and later in 2D Animation. I'm currently pursuing a Masters in UX/UI. In my free time, I own a small authorial brand, Traits et Courbes, where I design novelty leather bags on demand. And, speaking of bags and since the cat is now out of it, I love to write! I usually write fiction and share my stories only with my family and closest friends, but... well, I guess traveling the world in the past years changed my perspective. For one who had never planned to visit the Austrian capital, I found myself drawn here three times. Billy Joel was right, and Vienna was waiting for me alongside new experiences, new friendships, and a brand new me.

Klappentext

My dearest Mr. Darcy, allow me to make a sassy prediction: one day, you will read my name on this book cover, and by the time you realize it, you will be reading this letter. Awareness will strike you like lightning; you will drop your act and feel in your bones that you are the one I wrote it to. Pride, then, will take your ego to the highest heights as you remember our time together, but the prejudice resulting from the same period will be the one causing your fingers to tremble and your breath to falter; you will be taking the book home. What's more, I venture to say that, somehow, no matter where I might be, I will know it too. It's an inexplicable feeling, weird but wagerable. In the meantime, I leave you with a more daring question than the single "why?" messing with your head as soon as you started reading me: love rules the world, but as innocent and ardently as it may be, can it conquer it all? Yours truly, the author