There are no women on earth who wouldn’t be obsessed with creams and cosmetics. I’m not an exception either, but I don’t take it to the extremes since I asked my dermatologist about the topic. ‘Don’t pay a fortune for magic cosmetics’ she advised me. The beauty industry sells dreams hidden in wonderful packages. If those expensive creams could really do magic they would be sold at the chemist’s for prescription, as they do it with real active agents and antibiotics.
/Agatha Seymour/
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When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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