Today, more than ever, in Italy, we cross a literary season in which proliferate the names of women, not only authors, as tradition says, of poetry, but also and largely fiction. Yet, as happened in the past with other Muses, of these writers, except for those who win the glory (passing) of some famous (and debated) reward, little is known. There are stories of the literature on the other hand you take the trouble to list, describe organically, with art cesellatoria and chronological sequence the female production from the dawn to the present day.

What are they about the women of the third millennium? What is their relationship towards literature? And what is the role assigned to it in society?

Around these and still other questions, you have started the journey of Lucy Ravera to the discovery of contemporary Italian women's writing: a writing that, besides filling the stores fleetingly and disappear in a flash from the libraries, can suggest new alphabets, through which to read books and, more significantly, the living, and writing that is innervated of our times, which is testimony and complaint, a writing that does not necessarily consoles, which emulates itself, but is drawn into the perpetual change and stop the things, a writing that expresses a "feel" from which you can not, you should not ignore.