She doesn’t understand a word of French (“ Here is everything I know about France: Madeleine and Amelie and Moulin Rouge”). She wants to be the country’s premiere film critic when she grows up. One of the best things about the story is Anna. It has the spark between two people, a slowly built rich relationship, strong secondary characters, witty banter and a subtext of important issues. St Clair has a hot, older girlfriend, even though their relationship doesn’t seem to be going places.Īnna and the French Kiss checks all the boxes for what should be a fun, contemporary romance. He is basically your perfect high-school hero. He has an English accent and says “Fo’shiz”. He takes her to see all the cool sights in Paris. There’s an instant connection between Anna and St Clair. Who sends their kids to boarding school? It’s so Hogwarts Only mine doesn’t have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.Īs she sobs her heart out into her pillow, she gets invited by Meredith, the girl-next-door, for a chocolat chaud (hot chocolate) and they instantly become such good friends that she is now invited to sit at their lunch table with cool, boyish artist Josh, sarcastic yet lovable Rashmi (aka Rash, ouch) and our hero Etienne St Clair (As Chandler would say, “ Could be BE more French?“). Anna is heartbroken as she has left behind a loving mother, a cute baby brother, her OED-(Oxford English Dictionary, plebes)quoting, badass drummer best friend and the possibility of a romance with a cinema co-worker. Toph.
Or as I like to think of him, Chetan Bhagat, if he did the world a favour and killed himself at the end of one of his god-awful books. The book starts with Anna Oliphant (aka Banana Elephant), a girl from Atlanta, being sent to Paris by her wildly successful author father, whose writings are a mixture of Nicholas Sparks and John Green.
(Also because after feeling outraged on behalf of abused workers and the other book I’m reading being a tome on the history of Jerusalem, my soul had started reeking of pretentiousness :P).
I picked up Anna and the French Kiss, the first book in a trilogy by Stephanie Perkins. After faffing for some 10,000-odd words, I was tired as hell and decided to reward myself with something fun, foolish and light-hearted. So last night I got done making two projects on the same topic where I basically said that a law was progressive because the legislators decided to replace the word ‘workmen’ with ’employees’ 86 years after it was enacted.
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