ot this one for the wife a Christmas or so ago, a little romance chick-licky story about a fifty-year old somewhat sexy but inwardly dead guy who sells books from a boat on the Seine River in Paris, who lives a zombie life, who has an empty room in his apartment he hasn’t gone into, and who gave a table from said room to his sexy but equally extinguished female neighbor which came from that reluctantly breached room, and who forgot about the letter in the table from the woman who broke his heart and left twenty years past.
Yes, it’s an interesting premise that turns into a road, well, no, a canal trip for the bookseller, his young, confused and very literary-hot author buddy, a riverside jack-of-all-trades gigolo, two cats and a boatload of books.
And yes, it’s pretty fun.
I rather liked this one (even though I’m not a real fan of the genre). It was comforting and full of word porn (maybe I should visit the south of France someday, even with all the terrible things about tourists (and hey, I live in Orlando McMicky Florida)). Its all about looking at yourself and living life to the fullest and drinking wine and loving long and apparently not having an income stream. But fun.
I suppose that if there was something that I (as a male) could have wished for, it was that the end was a little draggy. Our sad little Perdu has moped and groaned for twenty years about his lost love, and even as things are gurgling down the closure drain, he’s still moaning and groaning. Yeah, I’ve done it too – for about six months and all my friends told me to shut up. But finally he finds his heart and his love and his place in life and his blue-tinged happiness. So there, a spoiler, right?
What, you think he wouldn’t?
But a fun book all the same. For you love-story fans, this one was a bittersweet tale and worth the read.