Bonjour, j'ai des questions à répondre à partir d'un texte mais le problème c'est que j'arrive pas à les faire. Pouvez-vous m'aidez svp ? ( ne pas me donner la
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Bonjour, j'ai des questions à répondre à partir d'un texte mais le problème c'est que j'arrive pas à les faire. Pouvez-vous m'aidez svp ? ( ne pas me donner la traduction du texte en français svp merci)
VOICI LE TEXTE :
Barneys, Bergdorf’s, Bloomingdale’s I was living in Manhattan and had a career as a freelance writer. I was engaged to a wealthy European businessman, and we had two homes, two cars, and an abundance of friends. My closet was full of beautiful things to wear. Just outside my front door were my three favorite department stores: Barneys, Bergdorf’s, and Bloomingdale’s.Barneys, on Madison Avenue, was the one I liked best. Barneys was modern, fresh, and white-walled .When I was strolling alone Barneys, the world outside ceased to exist. One glorious, sunny Tuesday afternoon, I found myself in Barneys and couldn’t remember how I got there. I should have been was home finishing a story about the fashion photographer Michael Thompson. But ... well … I was standing in the lingerie department. I was staring at the Cosabella panties. There must have been twenty colors or even more. An army of undies surrounded me. There were brassieres and bustiers, camisoles and cotton pyjamas. And it was all there to be bought. I felt as if a helium balloon was being inflated inside my head. It took up the space where my brain was supposed to be. I felt a kind of high at the thought of purchasing all those panties. When I got home that day, I opened my closet door. There were my beautiful suits, my columns of cashmere sweaters, stacks of T-shirts and summer dresses. Everything was in its place. But at the back of the closet, there was a growing pile of unopened shopping bags. I threw in the glossy black bag from Barneys and shut the door. I knew that I had started to experience something troubling and inexplicable.Shopping was my escape, my friend, my balm, my release, my pacifier, my pleasure, my secret, my pastime, my fantasy, my reality, my recreation, my therapy, my drug. Was it also my addiction?Avis Cardella,Spent: Memoirs of a Shopping Addict,2010 Questions : 1.The source - Say what you can guess about the text.What do you know about the narrator ?
2. The whole text - Give a titke to earch part.
3.§1 - Give information about the narrator (living conditions,favourite pastime)
4. §2- Talk about the particular day she remembers ( where she was,what she did,what she felt)
5.§3 - What did she realize when she got home ?
6.§4 - Comment on this paragraph.Compare the last word with the orther nouns.Then pick out elements from the text to justify that word.
7. Sum up the text and listen to our summary
VOICI LE TEXTE :
Barneys, Bergdorf’s, Bloomingdale’s I was living in Manhattan and had a career as a freelance writer. I was engaged to a wealthy European businessman, and we had two homes, two cars, and an abundance of friends. My closet was full of beautiful things to wear. Just outside my front door were my three favorite department stores: Barneys, Bergdorf’s, and Bloomingdale’s.Barneys, on Madison Avenue, was the one I liked best. Barneys was modern, fresh, and white-walled .When I was strolling alone Barneys, the world outside ceased to exist. One glorious, sunny Tuesday afternoon, I found myself in Barneys and couldn’t remember how I got there. I should have been was home finishing a story about the fashion photographer Michael Thompson. But ... well … I was standing in the lingerie department. I was staring at the Cosabella panties. There must have been twenty colors or even more. An army of undies surrounded me. There were brassieres and bustiers, camisoles and cotton pyjamas. And it was all there to be bought. I felt as if a helium balloon was being inflated inside my head. It took up the space where my brain was supposed to be. I felt a kind of high at the thought of purchasing all those panties. When I got home that day, I opened my closet door. There were my beautiful suits, my columns of cashmere sweaters, stacks of T-shirts and summer dresses. Everything was in its place. But at the back of the closet, there was a growing pile of unopened shopping bags. I threw in the glossy black bag from Barneys and shut the door. I knew that I had started to experience something troubling and inexplicable.Shopping was my escape, my friend, my balm, my release, my pacifier, my pleasure, my secret, my pastime, my fantasy, my reality, my recreation, my therapy, my drug. Was it also my addiction?Avis Cardella,Spent: Memoirs of a Shopping Addict,2010 Questions : 1.The source - Say what you can guess about the text.What do you know about the narrator ?
2. The whole text - Give a titke to earch part.
3.§1 - Give information about the narrator (living conditions,favourite pastime)
4. §2- Talk about the particular day she remembers ( where she was,what she did,what she felt)
5.§3 - What did she realize when she got home ?
6.§4 - Comment on this paragraph.Compare the last word with the orther nouns.Then pick out elements from the text to justify that word.
7. Sum up the text and listen to our summary
1 Réponse
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1. Réponse paule79
Voir la traduction française après les réponses
Questions : 1.The source - Say what you can guess about the text. “Memoirs of a Shopping Addict” refers to an autobiographical record and the narrator reveal his addiction to shop compulsively, very frequently and mindlessly. What do you know about the narrator ? The narrator uses a first person narrative, and thus be a character within her memoirs. Furthermore the narrator transmits his internal and thoughts to the reader. She describes how shopaholic she is. Avis Cardella was a model in the 90e and used to wearing great brand of cloting. Bloomingdale’s I was living in Manhattan and had a career as a freelance writer. I was engaged to a wealthy European businessman, and we had two homes, two cars, and an abundance of friends
2. The whole text - Give a title to each part. Living in a chic neighbourhood
with luxury brands of clothing shops Shopping in wonder land Products are here to be bought Purchasing is my medicine
3.§1 - Give information about the narrator (living conditions,favourite pastime) Avis Cadella is a well-off a freelance writer engaged to a well-off businessman. They have had two homes, two cars, and an abundance of friends.
4. §2- Talk about the particular day she remembers ( where she was,what she did,what she felt) She cannot prevent herself from shopping and buying anything displayed to her in shops
5.§3 - What did she realize when she got home ? She has already plenty cloths in her closet
6.§4 - Comment on this paragraph.Compare the last word with the orther nouns. Then pick out elements from the text to justify that word. What word???
7. Sum up the text and listen to our summary A wealthy freelance woman can’t prevent herself from buying expensive cloths. She spend with joy and liberty all products displayed and then she feels relieved
C’est à Barneys, Bergdorf, Bloomingdale que je vivais à Manhattan et menait une carrière indépendante en tant que pigiste. J’étais fiancée à un riche homme d'affaires européen, et nous avions deux maisons, deux voitures, et une profusion d'amis. Mon placard était rempli de belles choses à porter. Dehors juste devant ma porte d'entrée il y avait mes trois grands magasins préférés: Barneys, Bergdorf, et Bloomingdale's.Barneys, sur l’avenue de Madison Avenue, était ceux que je préférais. Barneys était moderne, pimpante et avec des murs blancs .Lorsque je me promenais seul chez Barneys, le monde extérieur cessait d'exister. Par un splendide mardi après-midi ensoleillé je me suis retrouvée chez Barneys et je ne pouvais pas me rappeler comment j’y étais. J’aurais dû me trouver à la maison y finir une histoire sur le photographe de mode Michael Thompson. Mais ... eh bien ... je me trouvais dans le rayon lingerie. Je contemplais les culottes Cosabella. Il devait y avoir une vingtaine de couleurs voire encore plus. Une armée de sous-vêtements m'a entouré. Il y avait des soutiens-gorge et des bustiers, chemises (de sous vêtement) et des pyjamas en coton. Et il y avait tout là pour ‘été acheté. J’avais l’impression d’’être dans un ballon d’hélium qui gonflait l’intérieur de ma tête.. Il avait pris l'espace où mon cerveau était censé être. Je me sentais enivrée par la pensée d’acheter ces culottes. Quand je suis rentrée ce jour-là, j'ouvris la porte de mon placard. Il y avait mes beaux costumes, mes colonnes de pulls en cachemire, des piles de T-shirts et robes d'été. Tout était à sa place. Mais à l'arrière de l'armoire, il y avait une pile croissante de sacs non ouverts. Je jetai dans le sac noir brillant de Barneys dans le placard et ferma la porte. Je savais que je commençais à éprouver quelque chose de troublant et d’inexplicable. Faire des achats était mon évasion, mon ami, mon baume, ma libération, mon plaisir, mon secret, mon passe-temps, mon fantasme, ma réalité, mon loisir, ma thérapie, ma drogue. Était-ce aussi ma dépendance? Avis Cardella Spent : Mémoires d'une dépendant commerciale 2010