Leah
Written on May 10, 2020
Anyway, I thought I was reading A Night In Paris, but it turns out I was reading A Very French Affair. Easy mistake to make, they're both set in France, however at least 10 times I wondered to myself ...this isn't Paris. This is set in Antibes. There has been no mention of Paris. Where did they get the title from? Well, turns out, that's a title for an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT book.
I must confess, I didn't really like A Really French Affair. It was fine. It did everything a romance novel should do, but, i mean, that was it. It ticked all the boxes, almost as if I literally had a list in front of me, but it didn't make me feel anything. It's a shame as the story was interesting, the characters were okay, it all just felt rote to me and I don't know if that's because I've turned into a horrible cynic who can't see the goodness in the world, or if this was poorly written (to me, anyway).
I wanted a fun, summer read and it was, I guess. Like genuinely, it did what it promised on the tin.