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A small book, listen, it takes half an hour to read, Faits d'amour, from a Quebecois author.
The author lost her mother, a few years ago and wanted to pay homage to her. But each time she wanted to write, she fell into tears putting her project aside. She did not want to write while crying. She waited a few years and told herself: I am ready. Started to write quite simply. She narrated her mother's life story. How she loved her, and how important she was in her eyes. When you read this book, and terminate the last page all you feel like doing is putting the book aside, and calling your mother to say: I love you. And if your mother is no more there, calling somebody important to you expressing your love. It is really a small jewel.


In this witnessed book, Sylvie Gendreau narrates the crossing of a difficult mourning after the loss of a dear human being. In her case, this person was her mother. A book, smooth and moving showing the healing power of love even when the conditions of life are difficult. An ode to the love of a mother, a story and a letter giving us the desire to love. Or at least try.
“The first few words are always difficult to write. These, for example, are blocked in my throat. I have tried to write this book for a few years, but each time, as of the first few lines, tears shed over my cheeks. Warm tears, couldn’t explain their origin. Perhaps, because it is a very intimate story. The story of a love that wrapped my heart for as far as I remember. A thread of tenderness, relent from my childhood, slipping like a gold wire weaving the fabric of my life. This story, I often interrupt, because it annoys me to write while crying. But I resume, saying to myself there is something beautiful to share: the unconditional love of a mother.”

Mireille Toussaint

I had the pleasure then felt the happiness to have discovered Faits d'amour. It is splendid story with permanent tension between intimacy and the universal. Thank you for having shared this extreme sensitivity that touched me.

Carole R. Répentigny

I am a temporary employee at a BNQ and your book Faits d'amour fell in my hands today. I started to leaf through it, then read it… and I could not stop, because this book reminded me of what I went through at the time of the great departure of my own mother ten years ago. Thank you Sylvie for this beautiful and touching testimony. You wrote everything that my heart kept in secret…


Michele Aniambossou

It is indeed a beautiful story, it touched me deeply.

Michel G. Kazeef
los angeles

I read with a lot of emotion her love connection with her mother. More than one connection, a symbiosis. She wrote with a lot of simplicity about deep matters.


Patricia Perron

Faits d'amour is a small testimonial book of great sincerity and simplicity. It narrates one of the most beautiful relations that exist, between a mother and her child. The child is the author, Sylvie Gendreau, a woman who pays homage to the greatness of her mother who is deceased now.

It is this passage from life to death (and also from death to life) that is told. Several will recognize themselves in this force, the love and wisdom of each mother in this so important act of transmission which exist between soul mates: an act of transmission which, in spite of death, can continue to be achieved - memories and feelings will always make us grow.

This small book is then a source of inspiration whose title diverts the expression “feat of arms”, as she explains at the very end, Sylvie Gendreau: “I wanted to divert the expression “feat of arms”, because for me, love gestures are more heroic than others. And putting them in a scene can only inspire others.”


an ANONYMOUS reader

It made me cry all through her different suffering stages. I liked the depth and honesty of her feelings which came out very naturally. It's during such moments the purity of our feelings surfaces out and we may think and even feel so vulnerable, when in fact such moments due to their strong impact gives us the strength and courage to face the truth, detach ourselves from everything that is materialistic, and above all confront ourselves with the weaknesses and faults throughout the different stages of our lives.

What I find really weird and surprising though, is that I felt the same kind of emptiness and suffering that she was describing in her book, despite the fact that my mother who too had sacrificed a lot for our sake, loved each of us in her own way, but never been able to show her feelings unlike your mother. I guess people tend to suffer the same way either from extreme attachment or the regret of detachment.