by Amy Thomas
Oh, how I was seduced by the cover of this book and its cutesy title! According to the blurb, it is all Paris and patisseries, macarons and madeleines.
Alas, the narrator is just another spoiled rich chick from NYC who spends a year in Paris. Chocolate is not her life; writing ad copy for Louis Vuitton is the gig that takes her to France.
This is really a strange book. Some parts are wonderful (when sweets are described), and some parts are dreadfully boring (when she writes about herself and whines about her dateless circumstances). I cannot say that I would recommend this memoir. The narrator’s tone is just a little too Eat, Pray, Love for me.