A very different book for me. I am currently enjoying crime/mystery/suspense novels. This one does not fall into those categories. This book is a mystery I guess, though not of the crime type. It is about a lady whose husband goes missing. She finds tickets her husband left for her to go to Paris with her daughters.
The novel follows the wife and their two daughters as they move to Paris, run a bookstore and try to deal with the unknown surrounding the whereabouts of their father. Has he died? Has he just disappeared? This book looks at how the individuals (mainly the wife) deals with this situation. It also looks at not only how they are dealing day to day with this situation but how they are planning on moving forward. Do they assume he has died? Or do they assume he will come back?
I feel I have made this novel out to be quite dreary and depressing; it is not like that at all. It is almost a love story, with how the family fall in love with Paris and Parisians.
I am going to give this book 3 stars. I did enjoy reading it, especially when it was nearing the end. However I would not be in a hurry to read it again, as it is not my preferred genre. One thing in particular that bothered me about this book was the inclusion of French. This meant that a portion of the text was written in French and then needed to be translated. This was not just with dialogue, but often with the main character thinking about the French language. A few times would have suffice to provide the impression of being in Paris, but it certainly began to annoy me.