“There are books that are suitable for a million people, others for only a hundred. There are even remedies—I mean books—that were written for one person only…A book is both medic and medicine at once. It makes a diagnosis as well as offering therapy. Putting the right novels to the appropriate ailments: that’s how I sell books.”Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apot...
| Title | : | The Little Paris Bookshop |
| Author | : | Nina George |
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| Edition Language | : | English |
The Little Paris Bookshop Reviews
"There are books that are suitable for a million people, others for only hundred.
There even remedies --I mean books --that were written for only one person...A book
is both medic and medicine at once. It makes a diagnosis as well as offering therapy".
Nina George's lyrical tribute to love, literature, people, living, dying, and all things French...
was a privilege to read.
I hope I'm not the the only 1 person this book was written for -- but just in case:
"THANK YOU, *Nina George*.
My first memo
"There are books that are suitable for a million people, others for only hundred.
There even remedies --I mean books --that were written for only one person...A book
is both medic and medicine at once. It makes a diagnosis as well as offering therapy".
Nina George's lyrical tribute to love, literature, people, living, dying, and all things French...
was a privilege to read.
I hope I'm not the the only 1 person this book was written for -- but just in case:
"THANK YOU, *Nina George*.
My first memory of falling 'crazy-insane' over a book about books...( and the precious gift
books are to all of us - in absolutely all aspects of our life), was when I read Will Schwalbe's book "The End of Your Life Book Club"...
which to this day ... Is still one of my most favorite books - ever - being deeply personal!
There have been others since Will Schwalbe's book ..."The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry", by Gabrielle Zevin,
"Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore", by Robin Sloan, etc.
What they all have in common - is that these books speak to us - speak to a readers soul!
Books do heal. Books do bring us joy...make us laugh...cry ...'feel & think'. We grow, we transform ... We become better human beings.
There are literally dozens upon dozens of quotes in "The Little Paris Bookshop" that are
ruthlessly honest...sparkling marvelous...tender and sad... Inspiring and promising! This book
is worth reading if for no other reason than to discover all those fabulous quotes!!
...This novel is for people who love books & life!
...Who have a special heart for Paris... [The bookshop is a floating Barge on the Seine]...
....(How cool is that?)
....Its also a novel for people who love good storytelling. There is a wonderful-bitter sweet-
emotional story -- from start to finish!
I LOVE "The Little Paris Bookshop"
Thank You Crown Publishing, Netgalley, and Nina George .... This is a wonderful gift. ( I'm grateful to have been given this chance to read it). I would have hated to pass it by.
I plan to buy copies to give to my daughters- and my aunt.
There are people you just want to share specific books with - people close to your heart. This is one of those books!
People read for lots of different reasons. They want to be entertained. They want a book to explain what is wrong with them or a confirmation of what they think is wrong with their spouse. They read for information. They read for an experience outside themselves. They read to escape the drudgery of their lives.
Sometimes I don’t understand why people read at all
People read for lots of different reasons. They want to be entertained. They want a book to explain what is wrong with them or a confirmation of what they think is wrong with their spouse. They read for information. They read for an experience outside themselves. They read to escape the drudgery of their lives.
Sometimes I don’t understand why people read at all because they don’t seem to like much of what they read.
Are they reading the wrong things? Are they judgemental, narrow focused individuals? Are they frustrated writers? Maybe they can only like their perception of perfection, and any deviation from that by the author must be punished? Maybe they haven’t read broadly enough? Maybe they miss the road maps that connect one book to many other books?
Maybe they need some time on the Literary Apothecary, and just maybe Jean Perdu can help them, but...then... maybe not.
I do know, and Jean Perdu would be very disappointed to discover this, that negative reviews get more likes and comments on Goodreads than positive reviews. People flock to these reviews and laud the reviewer for being so “honest.” You would think that only negative reviews are honest reviews. There are reviewers on GR who love ripping classics apart, gleefully throwing the entrails of the book over their shoulders while they take bites out of the pulsing heart to the hearty applause of those who, for whatever reason, did not like the book. Maybe they didn’t like the book because a teacher asked them to read it, or maybe the language is too archaic, or they perceive that the ideas expressed are too cliche (now, but not when the book was first printed). Whatever the reason, the expressions of hatred and dislike are...well...unbecoming of whom I perceive readers should be.
For the record, every review I write is “honest.” I don’t shill for anyone, but I am a great lover of books, and maybe what I’m guilty of is enjoying what there is to savor in any book over what are perceived weaknesses.
Balzac had a character in
who wrote positive and negative reviews of the same book for different publications. It is easy to write a negative review he explains: simply take the strengths of any book and present them as weaknesses.
I could write a sneering review of this book very easily. I could focus on what a fool Perdu is or dismiss him as a man confusing lust with love or being too romantic or condemn him for giving up just when he needed to be strong. The reviewers seem to be evenly split on this book between 1 star and 5 stars, baffling really that readers who have books in common can be so far apart on their assessment. Not every book is for every reader, but the reactions to this book are fascinating to me.
There are things about Perdu that drive me crazy. Let’s start with the fact that he has a letter that was left for him by his lover Manon when she left him many years ago.
This has left him in a half life. He hears the lives of his fellow Parisian apartment dwellers, but never participates himself.
He doesn’t want to be crushed and is willing to live a shadow life rather than read the letter and discover the truth of why she left him. My imagination would drive me crazy. I would concoct much worse reasons for why my lover has left me than whatever the real reason is. I’d have to read the letter, but then by not reading the letter when he should have read the letter is what drives the plot of the novel.
When he reads the letter, he comes unmoored.
Literarily.
He runs a bookshop called the Literary Apothecary, which is on a houseboat. He is known far and wide as the literary pharmacist who places the book the reader needs most in their hands. This causes some rather awkward scenes when he won’t sell a book, that he feels is the wrong book, to a customer.
His need to escape himself is so intense that he doesn’t think about food or clothes or money. He just shoves off and starts his quest to run to Manon. His writer friend, Max, happens to be one step ahead of an admiring gaggle of readers when he demands to be allowed to come along.
Fame weighs heavily on Max. One thing that both he and Jean share is fear.
This is a duel quest. Jean is also searching for the author of his favorite book. I know from experience that it is not always a good idea to meet the writer of a favorite book. They don’t always live up to expectations, or maybe it is that we, the readers, don’t live up to their expectations. Whenever I meet writers, I really do try not to be a cliche spouting, bloody idiot, but it is difficult.
Nina George will take you down the Rhone river. You will meet more characters who will add their bits of wisdom and, in some cases, comic relief. You will stop off in the town of Cuisery, a place where books are embraced as part of all life. You will be exposed to wonderful food and wine. You will learn how to barter books for what you need. You will see a man, a weak, fragile man. A man, maybe too caught up in the romance of how life should be, struggle to live a whole life once again.
Perdu is certainly not realistic. He deals in cliches because cliches are still loaded with wisdom and insight. He runs away from his problems. He escapes into books and peeks at real life through his fingers. He would rather help others than help himself. I felt protective of him, maybe because I met many people in my time in the book business who were lost in this world, but heroes in the pages of books. They are confident about books, but completely lost with dealing with the complexities of life. Many of them downshift and downshift again until they nearly disappear.
I was afraid this would be a cosy, but if it is, it turned out to be my kind of cosy. I read this book at the right time, almost as if Perdu had pressed it into my hands himself. Life has been heavy and having the opportunity to unmoor from my life and float down the Rhone for a few hours was not only enjoyable, but therapeutic.
You will all just have to forgive me for writing a positive review of a book that many of you have chosen to loath. I do not condemn you for your feelings because I believe them to be genuine, but then I wish we could all be kinder to one another and in the process be kinder to books.
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There is an independent bookstore in Philadelphia called Joseph Fox. It is smallish – one floor, a big first room, a passage, a back room, and a smaller backer room where the children’s books are kept. Every conceivable space is packed with books. Does it have the selection of the big chain store or of Amazon? No. And it doesn’t offer discounts either, though it does give away bookmarks.
But here’s the thing. You can walk into that bookstore and find four books tha
Disclaimer: ARC via Netgalley
There is an independent bookstore in Philadelphia called Joseph Fox. It is smallish – one floor, a big first room, a passage, a back room, and a smaller backer room where the children’s books are kept. Every conceivable space is packed with books. Does it have the selection of the big chain store or of Amazon? No. And it doesn’t offer discounts either, though it does give away bookmarks.
But here’s the thing. You can walk into that bookstore and find four books that you never heard of but can’t live without. You can walk into that bookstore with only a general idea of the book you’re looking for, just a summary, and the staff will know which book you want. You can walk in there wanting a book but not knowing what and leave with the perfect thing.
It is the small bookstores, be they independent bookstores or used bookstores, that offer such things as well as interesting conversations about all things. There is much good to be said for the chain stores and Amazon, in particular when you live in the middle of no-where, but the worse is those people who never discover that amazing independent bookstore – either because the reader refuses to leave the computer store or because the independent store closes due to lack of sales.
A shame, on so many levels, but perhaps most of all because Amazon’s recommendation generator is nowhere as good as a real human bookseller who knows and loves books. Many readers have something of this in them – a tendency to get other people to read and to match people with books. A true bookseller does this, seemingly, without much thought but does it perfectly.
At the start of this novel, that is the point. Perdu (an important last name for those who know French) sells books from his barge, which is currently moored in Paris. He has the art of matching person to book. He is a book healer – using books to heal those who need it – but the saying “physical heal you” is apt. Perdu is lost in more ways than one, though to him, it is because of his lost love. Eventually, he begins a journey that is as healing for him as the books he carries with him and travels though.
In part, the novel is about the discovery of self, of learning to live in the world; in another way, the novel is about the power of books and how they affect readers. To this end, at the close of the novel there is not only recipes for the food mentioned, but also a list of books and their possible cures (Terry Pratchett is mentioned!). In some ways, the dual purpose lets the book down because the novel is strongest when dealing with books. It is somewhat like A Novel Bookstore, though the tone is at once more interior and lighter. It is the journey though the canals, at once an Odyssey at other times a Ulysses that sometimes, at certain points, feels as if it doesn’t quite belong. Though how the novel would work without it, I cannot see. If the canal section at time feels a little out of place, at times it feels totally in sync and powerful. One of the companions that Perdu gains are a cook and books are linked thereafter with food and good wine (as they always should be).
George’s writing is marvelous; there is a type of magic to it. She is able to paint a picture extremely well, but the best parts are when she writes about books – “Books keep stupidity at bay. And vain hopes. And vain men” (Location 241) or “Yet the novel still struck him as a kind of gazpacho that kept sloshing over the edge of the soup bowl” (Location 309). These are words that any true reader will understand.
Another important aspect of the novel is that unlike some books about books, there is no sense of superiority, of mentioning only “good literature”. While George does mention the greats, she also refers to Game of Thrones, to Phillip Pullman, and to Hobbits. She embraces books and reading, using a definition of literature, if she is using one at all, to include books.
Livros - O Nosso Agora E Sempre
"As memórias são como os lobos. Não as podes trancar num quarto e esperar que te ignorem."
Mas...há os livros:
Os livros protegem-nos ...
Da tristeza.
Da ignorância.
Da falsidade.
Plantam risos e lágrimas emprestadas.
Elevam a auto-estima.
Revestem-nos de amor, força e sabedoria.
Descobrimos quem somos.
Quem queremos ser.
Aprendemos.
Mudamos.
Evoluímos.
Amamos, odiamos, sofremos, rejubilamos.
São vida por dentro.
São abrigos, magos, mestres e companheiros!...
A escolha é nossa:
L
Livros - O Nosso Agora E Sempre
"As memórias são como os lobos. Não as podes trancar num quarto e esperar que te ignorem."
Mas...há os livros:
Os livros protegem-nos ...
Da tristeza.
Da ignorância.
Da falsidade.
Plantam risos e lágrimas emprestadas.
Elevam a auto-estima.
Revestem-nos de amor, força e sabedoria.
Descobrimos quem somos.
Quem queremos ser.
Aprendemos.
Mudamos.
Evoluímos.
Amamos, odiamos, sofremos, rejubilamos.
São vida por dentro.
São abrigos, magos, mestres e companheiros!...
A escolha é nossa:
Livros ou...
Uma leitura obrigatória para quem ama livros!
Leiam as primeiras páginas e fiquem grudados!
Eu cá fiquei!...
Não só grudei, como A-D-O-R-E-I !
Se antes os amava, agora adoro-os!
Porque os Livros... Os Livros são o nosso Agora e Sempre...
É um 4 acoplado a uma sequência infinita de "+".
Ora isso dá... quase, quase, quase 5!!!
I think this is one of those books that is going to bring angry comments from readers who liked it a lot more than I did.
This novel just did not work for me. I thought it was disgustingly sweet, poorly plotted, filled with cliches and bad dialogue, and I could not finish it fast enough.
The sad thing is that I thought I was going to love this book. I had even saved it to read on my vacation — that's how special I thought it would be. I mean, the title has the words Paris and Bookshop in
I think this is one of those books that is going to bring angry comments from readers who liked it a lot more than I did.
This novel just did not work for me. I thought it was disgustingly sweet, poorly plotted, filled with cliches and bad dialogue, and I could not finish it fast enough.
The sad thing is that I thought I was going to love this book. I had even saved it to read on my vacation — that's how special I thought it would be. I mean, the title has the words Paris and Bookshop in it. Come on! This was supposed to be my favorite novel of the summer!
The story is that Monsieur Perdu owns a floating bookshop on the Seine; he calls it the
because he can diagnose what is wrong with someone and prescribe the right book for them to read.
(Bonus points if you suspect that there is one such medicine, er book, for Perdu himself.)
Poor, sweet Monsieur Perdu has been heartbroken for the past 20 years, ever since the love of his life, Manon, suddenly left him, leaving only a letter. Did Perdu ever read the letter? OF COURSE NOT, YOU SILLY GOOSE. Otherwise there wouldn't be a novel!
Early in the book, one of Perdu's neighbors finds the unopened letter and demands he read it. It turns out that Manon left him because she was dying of cancer. Perdu is devastated by this news, and the next day he unmoors his boat and takes an adventure down the Seine. Another neighbor, a young writer named Max, comes along for the ride.
At this point, I wondered if this novel was written just so it could be made into a mawkish movie by Lasse Hallström. (I swear, if Johnny Depp gets cast as Perdu, I will jump into the Seine before I watch it!) The book becomes a montage of French scenery and long conversations over dinner and wine, and there are so many stereotypes of French folks that I would not have been surprised if Gene Kelly and Leslie Caron showed up and started dancing on the boat.
If you want to know the ending, here is the spoiler:
There are some fun bookish references — which is the main reason I wanted to read this novel — but they weren't enough to save it. Also, this book reminded me of
by Gabrielle Zevin, which also featured a sad, middle-aged bookseller who manages to find love by the end of the story. But Zevin's book didn't annoy me the way George's did. I grudgingly give this 2 stars.
"Books keep stupidity at bay. And vain hopes. And vain men. They undress you with love, strength and knowledge. It's love from within."
"Perdu reflected that it was a common misconception that booksellers looked after books. They look after people."
[Perdu is giving piles of recommended books to a customer named Anna]
"Perdu wanted Anna to feel that she was in a nest. He wanted her to sense the boundless possibilities offered by books. They would always be enough. They would never stop loving their readers. They were a fixed point in an otherwise unpredictable world. In life. In love. After death."
"Books were my friends ... I think I learned all my feelings from books. In them I loved and laughed and found out more than in my whole nonreading life."
Sadly I didn't love this one like I was expecting. I loved the bookishness - from the Literary Apothecary to Perdu's ability - and the setting, plus there were some great quotes. However I struggled with the story and I lacked a connection to the characters. In theory, this book is perfect for me but I just feel like it was missing something - maybe just for me personally.
I have just finished this book and am astonished at the 5 star reviews; it seems I was reading a different book from the majority of reviewers.
I had such high hopes for this. I had just finished reading a very dark and disturbing thriller and needed a lovely book to make me feel warm and fuzzy; this seemed the perfect antidote, so I settled down with my faithful kindle and began reading.
The premise of the story was just utter magic to me - a bookseller hands out books like medicine to people w
I have just finished this book and am astonished at the 5 star reviews; it seems I was reading a different book from the majority of reviewers.
I had such high hopes for this. I had just finished reading a very dark and disturbing thriller and needed a lovely book to make me feel warm and fuzzy; this seemed the perfect antidote, so I settled down with my faithful kindle and began reading.
The premise of the story was just utter magic to me - a bookseller hands out books like medicine to people who need them; it sounded perfect, lovely and magical and so I commenced.
The first few paragraphs were quite enchanting and I was hooked. I wanted to know more about the lovely and insightful Monsieur Jean Perdu and his floating Literary Apothecary and his tragic love affair which took place some 20 years before. He lives in a wonderful apartment block with some great characters, especially the author, Max Jordan, who takes Jean under his wing.
The story then sank (pun intended) without trace for me, sadly, as I felt it became a tale of a group of males who travel the waterways of France, each learning a little of each other along the way. Nothing about books to heal people by this time. I felt disappointed and, dare I say it, a little duped as I hadn't expected the story to go off kilter from the absolute foundation of the story.
I limped along to 75% of the way through and then literally raced to the end to finish it. By the time I reached the finishing post I couldn't have cared less about Jean, Catherine or Max and I literally breathed a sigh of relief that it was finally over. I don't often give up on books, as I didn't with this, but quite honestly I should have deleted the book when Jean took to the rivers.
I'm desperately sorry this book didn't 'do it' for me. I really, really wanted to like it.
One word review : Overkill!
There's a excellent little romantic gem of a story hidden somewhere in the text of Nina George's bestseller. After all, the sales tell their own story and are proof that most of the readers were able to see past the wooden dialogue and the saccharine sentimentality into the true heart of the story, about coping with loss of innocence, aging, death, starting your life over. There's also a lot to be said about the power of books to inspire and renew a reader's interest i
One word review : Overkill!
There's a excellent little romantic gem of a story hidden somewhere in the text of Nina George's bestseller. After all, the sales tell their own story and are proof that most of the readers were able to see past the wooden dialogue and the saccharine sentimentality into the true heart of the story, about coping with loss of innocence, aging, death, starting your life over. There's also a lot to be said about the power of books to inspire and renew a reader's interest in living, his belief in love in particular. The author may have 'borrowed' the idea of the books as medicine for the soul ( I thinks she gives credit to German author Erich Kastner for the theme of the floating library peniche), but she deserves recognition for turning this basic principle into a wild, fanciful journey from the quais of the Seine through the navigable canals of Central France, all the way down to sunny Provence and the beaches of the Cote d'Azur.
Our guide, or pharmacist, is Jean Perdu, a 50 year old man who has built an impregnable armour around his heart after losing the love of his life some twenty years ago. He is now dispensing literary advice / recommendations from his barge Lola
To cut a long story short, Jean Perdu is shaken out of his apathy by a letter from his former lover Manon, a letter that has remained locked for two decades yet still has the power to send him on a quest of his lost youth. Jean takes his barge, his books, his two stray cats and an unexpected stowaway in the person of Max, a succesful young author struggling with writer's block, on a trip to the south of France. Additional themes deal with the syymbolism of the tango, with writers hiding under a pseudonym, with fellow travellers searching for lost loves (an Italian handyman), and food as an expression of love. Flashbacks to the past come in the form of journal entries from Manon, the one who got away two decades ago.
I am usually a sucker for this kind of story (see the end of my review for some examples), plus I love Paris and the Provence where I spent many a memorable vacation. So what went wrong with the story of Jean Perdu? It might be the case of an unfortunate translation, but right from the start I was bothered by Jean's speech patterns, by his sermonizing on the subject of books and love and by the frequency of quotable maxims that seem handpicked from the relationship column of a fashion magazine and shoehorned into the text whether they fit or not the action. The secondary characters are no better when it comes to bashing the reader with a metaphoric sledgehammer on the importance of getting in touch with your emotions. I'm not hard to please when it comes to romance, but I also believe a little moderation goes a long way to make a character come alive. Jean and his companions never let me forget for a moment that I am here to listen to their sermons. A quick internet research proved me true, as Nina George has made quite a name for herself by writing articles and advice columns for Cosmopolitan and its like, and by writing several popular books on modern sexuality under a pseudonym.
An early example of what I am talking about is the whole concept of transperception, a made-up term for explaining Jean Perdu's success rate with his book recommendations. Apparently, he is able to read the personality and the inner life of a customer just by looking at him or her and asking a few flash quizzes about his or her likes and dislikes. I know most romance novels are the modern equivalent of classic fairytales, but not everything is improved by a touch of the supernatural.
Two more examples illustrate what I mean about either a poor translation or a poor understanding of metaphor. In describing the people of Provence, Manon goes like this:
I wanted to shout : Please pick one or the other, but not both at the same time - either strong or flexible, either deep or shallow. And did you actually counted the minutes it takes to bring water to a boil? It's not that quick ...
.. and, in describing her loving two men at the same time, Manon goes like this:
Uhmmm .. no they don't! At the most you can argue for two sides : the inner and the outer surface, but a sphere by definition has no corners, triangles or any other angles. The Platonic myth was not about threesomes.
I sould stop with my grumbling : after all, it's all subjective, and I would hate to keep any potential reader away from a book that might change his or her life. My own experience was more like facepalms, groaning and looking every five minutes or so to see how many pages I have left in the chapter or how many pages left until I can reach the end. I am a compulsive finisher of all the books I start, and an incurrable optimist, so I hated the idea of giving up on Jean Perdu too soon. It's also true that I liked many of the basic principles presented here (how we deal with loss, how important are music, food, friendship, dancing, reading to the process of healing). I honestly believe this could have been a great book in the hands of a more subtle writer, one less focused on scoring high on 'bon-mots' and more interested in credible characters. As a peace offering, I have two 'bon-mots' that I really liked:
and,
- a reminder that the greatest thrill at discovering a gret story is to share it with your friends and lovers. There's a couple of nice Easter Eggs at the end of the book, also for sharing with friends: some Provencal recipes for a good meal, and 'Jean Perdu's emergency literary pharmacy list' of novels that are good for your soul. I think it would be fun for each of us to try to put together such a list of the stories that shaped our life in a significant way. Some of the titles may even overlap with those of Jean Perdu. On the plus side of the balance I could also include a few travel tips like Sanary-sur-Mer, Vaucluse or Cuisery and music playlists that include
I have one snarky conclusion (Jean Perdu will probably win my end of the year award of "Most Tears Per Paragraph shed by a single character") and a short list of literary medicine that I recommend as companions in spirit to "The Little Paris Bookshop" . They all deal in some way with the subject of the grumpy old man who secretly loves life and books and carries a torch for a long lost love:
- Nicole Krauss - The History of Love
- Gabrielle Zevin - The Storied Life of A J Fikry
- Fredrik Backman - A Man Called Ove
- Muriel Barbery - The Elegance of the Hedgehog (she is on Jean Perdu's list also)
- G B Edwards - The Book of Ebenezer le Page (warning - doorstopper and only partly dealing with romance or reading)
The reviews are so misleading. What a disappointment! Only one person in our book club liked it. The rest of us just plowed through, hoping it would be over. It was certainly not my cup of tea. The story could have been told in 50 pages, and the rest of the story was just meandering emotion.
Absolutely perfect premise and storyline - I was hooked by that blurb. Unfortunately this book was not at all what I was expecting. I was hoping for a Parisian
but with a twist - an eccentric old gentleman selling books as medicine to those who are missing a certain something in their lives. As someone who's found solace and company in books ever since I was an awkward little girl, this appealed to me. Unfortunately, that's not what I got, and that book blurb ab
Absolutely perfect premise and storyline - I was hooked by that blurb. Unfortunately this book was not at all what I was expecting. I was hoping for a Parisian
but with a twist - an eccentric old gentleman selling books as medicine to those who are missing a certain something in their lives. As someone who's found solace and company in books ever since I was an awkward little girl, this appealed to me. Unfortunately, that's not what I got, and that book blurb about a literary apothecary only covers maybe 15% of the content of this book. The majority of this book is a sappy romance (if you can even call this a romance). It's more a glorification of infidelity and one man's inability to get over a tryst with a married woman that happened 20 years ago. It's chapter upon chapter of him moaning and groaning about how amazing this Manon woman was, without ever actually showing the reader even a shred of decency or charisma in her entire character.
I wrote so many little angry notes as I read (and then increasingly skimmed) this book. All of the high reviews absolutely boggle my mind because all I can feel is hoodwinked. There was some beautiful descriptive language, especially in reference to the Parisian landscapes and environment, but something was lost in translation. Halting dialogue and awkward phrasing made an already uncomfortable read even worse. Occasionally the author would just throw in the word "cock" abruptly and awkwardly, I suppose to convey a sense of romance and erotica to particular situations. Instead, this only caused reading to become suddenly jilted and tainted with a bunch of "cock"s in a spectacularly worded description of Paris. It's like the equivalent of a panoramic view of a gorgeous Paris landscape with an old man in a trench coat suddenly jumping out and flashing his junk at you, hollering "hoogalie boogalie!" It's quite the opposite of romance.
The only good that came out of me reading this drivel is that I inadvertently learned about book villages throughout Europe and the world (they cruise the book barge through one in Cuisery, France). So now I want to go visit some European book villages.
Other authors, a call to arms (or pens)! Please write the book I was expecting to read from this deceptive blurb: a novel about a mysterious dude who travels around on a boat filled with books he uses to treat and heal patients, a literary apothecary of sorts. Except, you know, make it about the
and their readers and not about some flighty, selfish chick the apothecary banged twenty years ago.
