This Australian journalist has achieved a tone in her memoir of her new life in France that is both humorous and confiding, and makes for a charming mix.
Sarah Turnbull took an impulsive trip to Paris in the 1990s to spend what she thought would be a weeklong visit with a French man she’d recently met. The rest is history. She ended up staying there and adapting to a new life in a city she loved among citizens who didn't necessarily welcome her.
Although the author doesn’t reveal many personal details, especially about her relationship with Frederic, she paints a colorful and descriptive picture of her life, including the language difficulties and her problems finding work. Her optimistic nature comes through though, and the book is always entertaining and envy provoking, even when things aren’t going perfectly.
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