In my last post, I gave a quick review of The Little Paris Bookshop. I acknowledged that I could go on-and-on about this read and one of the reasons was due to its elegant prose. Ms. George seems to have the ability to say things in ways that make me envious.
While I loved this book, I almost did not post a review because it’s one of the rare books I’ve read and enjoyed so much that I’m afraid to share it. I’m afraid to shout to the world about this book for fear that people will not like it nearly as much as I do. This thought is quite unbearable to me.
However, I feel that not telling the world is just as unjust. Thus, I wrote the review, and I have decided to take it one step further and technically break my own rule about book reviews and over-pontification. But what are rules without an exception or two?
I do not wish to spoil the plot, character-development or all the wonderful verbiage, but I would like to offer a taste.
From the very beginning, George sets a standard of striking comparisons. A character tells the protagonist, “You are cashmere compared with the normal yarn from which men are spun.” I will fully admit that it’s lines like this that make my eyebrows meet my hair line, and my head cock to the side in interest and intrigue.
The story, as mentioned in the review, is an emotional one and probably relatable for most of us who have loved and lost. Perhaps that’s why for me certain lines seemed to ring so true.
“It’s amazing how unimpressed people are by being loved when it doesn’t fit in with their plans. Love irks them so much that they change the locks or leave without warning.”
I read this line about four times in utter awe. We are so thunderstruck when someone doesn’t love us, but we can be so indifferent to being loved. Perhaps because it’s too accessible and easy. There is definitely some truth in the idea of playing hard to get. Just nobody had put it to me quite this starkly.
I will not ruin it by saying anymore; that is the taste I will offer. And if this was intriguing then I would say this wonderful novel is one for you. I realize this post was in many ways self-indulgent, but I feel that words that strike me like this are rare and deserve some pointed praise.