A book review from The Movie Snob.
The Little Paris Bookshop, by Nina George (2015). I saw a glowing review of this novel, so I picked it up. Although it was apparently a runaway bestseller in Europe a couple of years ago, and then it was a bestseller in the good old U.S. of A., I thoroughly disliked it. It’s about a Paris bookseller named Jean Perdu. He’s 50ish, and he has been nursing a broken heart for 20 years because the woman he loved suddenly left him without so much as a good-bye. But now things are happening that may finally break Perdu out of his long grief. How to summarize the things I did not like about this book? The characters are unbelievable and behave unbelievably. Coincidences pile up to make things happen right. The pages drip with neo-hippie philosophizing and cloying descriptions of food and landscapes. And the more I learned about Perdu’s mystery lover, the more I loathed her. I kept hoping the book would get better, but it never did. I urge you to give this one a pass.