I’m always curious to read about others’ Paris adventures, whether on blogs or in books, so when I was invited to check out an advance copy of Paris Letters, by Janice MacLeod, I obviously couldn’t resist! Life there as an expat (even one who is fluent in French) can be frustrating yet magical all at the same time. She draws you in, does Paris, but then she can be difficult to live with. I reckon they’d have formed perfect fodder for a book or, were it these days, a blog! Living in Paris is definitely a wonderful experience but, as anyone who has lived there for any length of time will know, it’s hard work. I hope you continue your success.I’ve written many a letter from Paris in my time – and I’d give anything to see the letters I sent home especially during my very first couple of years living there in the mid 1990s (well now, that dates me, doesn’t it?). The accents were unrecognizable and the haughty pronunciations made me dislike Janice at times, through no fault of her own.
At times I felt like a sucker, like maybe I was reading a compilation of blog posts (repetitive at times) to fund the next stage of her desperate search for an un-job. I'm happy she found something great in her personal life, but she could have done better conveying all the intricacies of this new life and business she was building throughout the last half. But as it continues the practical side declines and the story turns into a princess-meets-her-prince and ends with Happily Ever After. the author's practical advice for leaving a life she didn't like is good and even inspiring.
Still, even if I did like this genre I would have had a hard time with this effort. Didn't like "Wild" didn't like "Eat, Pray, Love", and I didn't really like this book either. By now I should know not to read/listen to books about women discovering who they are through journeys.
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