We all have two two lives, and the second one starts when we realize that we have only one

USA TODAY: This inspirational French bestselling story about overcoming huge obstacles will restore your faith in humanity. FIND OUT WHY MILLIONS OF COPIES SOLD IN FRANCE.. You will be fully absorbed and deeply touched by this true story.So ask for the free sample or click on the "LOOK INSIDE" and you will be able to judge for yourselves.THE ONLINE BOOKCLUB REVIEW:Such a motivational story. The many positive aspects of this book not only caught my interest, but glued me to it throughout my reading.I enjoyed how the author narrated the philosophical discussion on women's dignity, fragility, and modesty; it was inspiring! The majority of the book had a movie-like quality, and as someone who has had similar experiences, it was easy for me to relate to some of the events portrayed in it. There is absolutely nothing I dislike about the book.I would therefore recommend the raw, honest, and mesmerizing real-life story to readers who love inspiring books.. CHAPTER ONE: The telephone's piercing ring resounds in my head, but I can't rouse myself from my nearly comatose sleep. To emerge from the overwhelming stupor that paralyzes me seems impossible. I feel like I'm being swallowed whole, wrapped in Morpheus's stifling arms.My survival instinct is emitting powerful distress signals, and every cell in my body is warning me that I have to react immediately ... Emergency alert, all hands on deck right now! Yes, I really need help to control this impalpable enemy who tirelessly and mercilessly drags me into an exhausting dream from which I may not wake.I must answer this call that my brain circuits registered as a violent assault long before it reached my ears. After a prolonged and intense effort, I manage to extend my hand to grasp that hateful telephone and slowly bring it to my ear.This action takes so much energy that I'm utterly exhausted. I feel leaden, encased in my mattress and four times my usual weight. I'm sure that I am at the gates of Hell! My head hurts so much I can feel my heart pounding from inside as if someone is beating on my skull with a hammer! What could have happened to leave me in this state?Suddenly, I recognize my brother-in-law's voice. "Hello, Gabriel?" I try to answer, but I've lost my own voice. My mouth issues no sound, just raspy breathing, as if I've suddenly gone mute.In a panic, I slam down the receiver. I have to get out of this bed! If I don't, I'll surely die here like a poor dog, overcome by this overpowering zombie sleep! I don't know how many pills I downed or how much booze I guzzled last night to wind up in this terrible shape. I don't really give a damn ... I stopped checking my booze and barbiturate consumption ages ago. I need them too much for my day-to-day endurance, to help me to survive each moment of the nightmarish existence my life has become (melodramatic situations were my second addiction, with my ego as the orchestra conductor) .I'm sweating - dripping buckets. By now, I'm drenched. If I don't try to get up right away, I know I may never get up again. All my limbs are stiff; I can't move a single one of my leaden fingers. I try to roll over and fall out of bed with only one objective in mind - not to go back to sleep; at this point, I'm trying to avoid the fatal shock of sure death.Finally, I inch forward on my hands and knees, like a soldier slithering under barbed wire to escape from the enemy. But here, I'm the only enemy. The enemy is my mental drunkenness, my despair, and psychological, stoned, deep hopelessness. It's terrible but true. I've become my own worst enemy. How can I protect myself against myself? Is such a thing even possible?Weren't we all, I thought, poor, unhappy make-believers, lost in a confused life of pretexts with camouflage a chameleon would envy? - - - -Now to read the entire first chapter, ask for the free sample?