Doria is fifteen years old, with a keen sense of humor, an encyclopedic knowledge of television, and dreams that wake her up. She's lived alone with her mother in a housing project in Livry-Gargan, ever since her father left one morning to find a younger, more fertile woman in Morocco. That, for Doria, is called mektoub, destiny: "It means that whatever you do, you'll get screwed." So she might as well not think too much about the future and enjoy the present with those who love her, or pretend to. Her mother first, a cleaning lady in a Formula 1 car in Bagnolet and the sun in her life. Her friend Hamoudi, a big boy from the project, who knew her when she was "as tall as a hair clip." Mrs. Burlaud, her psychologist, who wears suspenders and smells of Parapoux. The social workers from the town hall who parade through her house, always perfectly manicured. Nabil the loser, who gives her private lessons and takes the opportunity to steal her first kiss. Or Aziz, the grocer at Sidi Mohamed Market with whom Doria tries in vain to set her mother up. Kife Kife Tomorrow is first and foremost a voice, that of a child from the suburbs. A novel full of life, humor, and life.
