{"id":48822,"date":"2015-01-16T23:28:36","date_gmt":"2015-01-16T22:28:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48822"},"modified":"2025-06-18T12:59:41","modified_gmt":"2025-06-18T10:59:41","slug":"si-je-reste-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/?p=48822","title":{"rendered":"Si je reste"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-31422\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/Lecture\/2015\/Si je reste.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"386\" height=\"512\" \/><\/figure>\n<p class=\"lecture_auteur\"><strong>Auteur\u00a0:<\/strong> FORMAN Gayle<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_summary\">Mia a 17 ans, un petit ami que toutes ses copines lui envient, des parents un peu excentriques mais sympas, un petit fr\u00e8re craquant, et la musique occupe le reste de sa vie. Et puis vient l\u2019accident de voiture. D\u00e9sormais seule au monde, Mia a sombr\u00e9 dans un profond coma. O\u00f9 elle d\u00e9couvre deux choses stup\u00e9fiantes : d\u2019abord, elle entend tout ce qu\u2019on dit autour de son lit d\u2019h\u00f4pital. Ensuite, elle a une journ\u00e9e seulement pour choisir entre vivre et mourir. C\u2019est \u00e0 elle de d\u00e9cider. Un choix terrible quand on a 17 ans. Si je reste est une merveilleuse histoire d\u2019amour, mais aussi un livre qui nous fait r\u00e9fl\u00e9chir \u00e0 l\u2019essentiel, \u00e0 la place de l\u2019amour et du bonheur, \u00e0 tous ces liens avec nos proches auxquels on s\u2019habitue et qui sont pourtant le vrai tr\u00e9sor de nos vies.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p class=\"lecture_genre\"><strong>Genre : <\/strong><em>Roman<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_editeur\"><strong>\u00c9diteur : <\/strong><em>XO Editions<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_format\"><strong>Format : <\/strong><em>Broch\u00e9<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_nbpages\"><strong>Nombre de pages : <\/strong><em>221 pages<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"lecture_note\"><strong>Note :<\/strong> <img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<img decoding=\"async\" src=\".\/wp-content\/uploads\/emoji\/stylo.svg\" alt=\"\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" \/>\ufe0f<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Auteur\u00a0: FORMAN Gayle Mia a 17 ans, un petit ami que toutes ses copines lui envient, des parents un peu excentriques mais sympas, un petit fr\u00e8re craquant, et la musique occupe le reste de sa vie. Et puis vient l\u2019accident de voiture. D\u00e9sormais seule au monde, Mia a sombr\u00e9 dans un profond coma. O\u00f9 elle d\u00e9couvre deux choses stup\u00e9fiantes :&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[505,1145],"class_list":["post-48822","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lecture","tag-forman-gayle","tag-roman"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48822","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48822"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48822\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48823,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48822\/revisions\/48823"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48822"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=48822"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joubjoub.ddns.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=48822"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}