ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS by Stephanie Perkins
I am so ridiculously late to the party on this one.
And it’s all my fault.
See, I heard this book was fantastic. I heard it over and over and over again. I added it to my pile of books to read a while ago. But I kept getting distracted by other things– things I considered more my type of book. Meaning books that were either dark, DARK, or dark. And I kept saying next time, next time.
Because this looked so light. And…romantic. And…not exactly my thing.
So. We were prepping to take this long car ride, which seemed a bit ominous, and this book seemed like the perfect antidote to ominous. So I packed it.
Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris—until she meets Étienne St. Claire: perfect, Parisian (and English and American, which makes for a swoon-worthy accent), and utterly irresistible. The only problem is that he's taken, and Anna might be, too, if anything comes of her almost-relationship back home.
As winter melts into spring, will a year of romantic near-misses end with the French kiss Anna—and readers—have long awaited?
And I am a moron.
Holy crap, this book was fantastic.
I suspect I loved this book for different reasons than a lot of people. I loved it for the writing, and I loved it for the characters. I loved this book even though I kind of knew what was going to happen. The characters and the writing were so amazing that I would’ve read about Anna and her friends playing Go-Fish for 18 hours straight. There, I said it. I Loved it. Capital L.
And this is why I should not judge. This is why I should not read only one type of book. This is why I should go ahead and try those books that are not necessarily my thing.
I am not a re-reader of books. Not unless, like, 10 years have gone by. But I want to read this book again. Already. Even though I know what happens.
And now, for a secret: I also adored the story, despite what I thought I knew about my reading tastes. About 8 hours into the car ride, the husband narrowed his eyes at me and said, “Why do you keep smiling?” In road-trip land, there was no reason to smile. Nobody else was smiling. The kids were cranky. The husband was cranky. We had passed the time for smiling about 4 hours earlier. And I said something like, “Oh, well, you see, Anna just…” And then I realized I was about to completely and utterly ruin my reputation.
So I’ll leave it at this: This book will make you smile.
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