Lettres de Mon Moulin by Alphonse Daudet (Letters from My Windmill) is a book I had bought for myself a long time ago, when I was a dreamy high school senior in Romania, hoping to become a French and English student at the University of Bucharest. We are talking 1992, folks.
My copy of Lettres de mon moulin
It sat in my parents’ home for decades until 2016 when I brought it to my home in the States. What a journey!
So, of course, I had to include it in my list of books to read this year. You may have already seen a trend here: I am mostly finishing up books started over the years which I never finished. It happens to the best of us.
I bought this on April 6, 1992, in a city called Bistrita, when I was competing in the National French Olympiad…
Alphonse Daudet bought himself a windmill in the South of France and, by living there, met a lot of individuals and beautiful, sad, happy, silly, or frustrating situations. He put them all in a collection of short stories and the Parisian crowd, especially children, loved them.
Above, I gave links to both the French and the English editions on Amazon.
