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Elísabet Benavent, también conocida como @BetaCoqueta, regresa con más fuerza que nunca para hablarnos de amor y de amistad a partes iguales, de melodías que fuimos, de momentos que seremos. Fuimos canciones es la primera parte de su bilogía «Canciones y recuerdos», que apunta directamente al corazón de sus lectoras. Esas que se atrevieron con Valeria a ser ellas mismas.
Macarena vive en Madrid y es asistente de una influencer de moda.
Macarena disfruta la vida a sorbos e intenta ser feliz.
Macarena tiene dos amigas: Adriana y Jimena.
Macarena guarda un secreto que deletrea a escondidas.
Ese secreto tiene tres letras: L-E-O.
Macarena no sabe que Leo está en Madrid.
Macarena teme, Macarena sueña, Macarena ama, Macarena vuela...
Y en este juego del destino intenta aceptar que lo que fuimos no puede ser lo que seremos...
¿O quizás sí?
Porque a veces lo que fuimos da sentido a lo que de verdad somos.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
Elísabet Benavent, also known as @BetaCoqueta, is back and better than ever to tell us about love and friendship in equal measure, about the melodies we were, about moments we will be. We Were Songs is the first part of her “Songs and Memories” series, which gets directly at her readers’ hearts: those who dared to be themselves with Valeria.
Macarena lives in Madrid and is the assistant to a fashion influencer. Macarena enjoys life by sips and is trying to be happy. Macarena has two friends: Adriana and Jimena. Macarena has a secret, and it’s spelled L-E-O. Macarena doesn’t know that Leo is in Madrid. Macarena is afraid, Macarena dreams, Macarena loves, Macarena flies … and in this game of destiny, she tries to accept that we can’t count on going back to the way we were … or can we? Because sometimes, what we used to be can make sense of what we really are.
Readers are saying:
“A story that is MAGIC with capital letters and not only because of its plot, but because of the feelings that each one of its protagonists evoke.”
“Elísabet has done it again. Real people with natural reactions. It will take you to that café, that window, that winter with a shared scarf and the smell of coffee.”
“She’s done it again. The story will grab you from the beginning and you’ll make it your own, because Elísabet doesn’t know how to write in any other way than from pure emotion.”
“A marvelous love story, Elísabet has come through again.”
