Reviewed by Leah on

2 of 5 stars

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I recently went on a bit of an e-book buying spree. E-books are currently miles and above cheaper than real books because real book shops aren't open therefore any books sold on Amazon are more or less full price or not available so I had to get my books in a new way, so I dug my Kindle out and recharged it. (I don't MIND paying full price for books, fyi, just sometimes the vast hardback vs kindle price difference is just too much)

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.

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