I spent some time in Paris.
Monsier Montespan by Jean Teulé – An interesting book. A very different take on French history. A great book for somebody, but not really the book for me.
13, rue Thérèse by Elena Mauli Shapiro: Not the book I expected, but something much more interesting. And utterly intriguing.
The Ladies’ Paradise by Émile Zola: The book for which the expression flawed but fabulous was invented. I’m still pondering which Zola to read next.
But I didn’t spend as much time in Paris as I had intended.
I was distracted by Orange July.
Jamrach’s Menagerie by Carol Birch – I picked this one up and put it down a few times before I made it through. A great book, but definitely a book that needs the right moment.
The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer – I’ve been progressing slowly through this one, and I have to say that it is quite wonderful.
A Visit From The Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan – It was love, quite against my expectations.
There were other books too. I can’t read to plan too much, I have to read the books that call.
The Crime Fiction Alphabet came to an end.
And I’ve had one or two other distractions. Job hunting. A home study course to bring me a little more up to date in one or two areas. A battle with BT to get our phone line fixed. Life …
But now it’s August – my month for getting organised!
Bibliotherapy can come in many different forms!
Comment te dire adieu by Françoise Hardy
I hesitated before posting this, because it’s very short and it stops rather suddenly. But I love the singer, I love the song, and I love the look. It definitely says Paris to me.
… but Paris is already calling.
I’ve read so many lovely plans for Paris in July. Books, films, food, music …
I want to go now!
Away from all the housework I should have been doing while I was knitting and watching Case Histories instead.
Away from anxiety about tomorrow’s job interview.
Away from a good few half-written posts, all crying “Finish me!” “Finish me!”
Even away from the wonderfully dark and complex gothic murder mystery I am reading for letter U in my Crime Fiction Alphabet.
This week’s post will be a little late. I need a little musical trip to Paris.
Françoise Hardy’s lovely version of La Mer came into my head first. I love that song in any language, but it isn’t really Paris. And, on a more practical note, I couldn’t find the right video.
Then Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles came to mind …
Normal service should, I hope, resume tomorrow night.