El jardí de l'àvia

"The day my grandmother died I wrote that her garden was a talking garden. I had been doing it with the infinite patience of novelists facing great challenges, over the course of fifty years. Each plant, each tree, each flower, each creeper had its own voice and an explanation; and together they made up a world full of meaning". Lolita Bosch signs one of her most personal texts. A book like a garden, inhabited by cherries, apples, pears, oranges, medlars, grapes, laurel, mint, rosemary, geraniums, lilies and sunflowers. A garden also of memories. Of love and sadness. Of life and death. of longing A portrait, above all, of a strong and luminous woman.