Clair and his love for the bookies, and it’s not nice to make fun of people who read books.
Not my soul sister, you know, because she makes fun of St. The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,” and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e. I don’t understand why he couldn’t send me to Australia or Ireland or anywhere else where English is the native language. And that’s what I loved so much about this book-I loved it because of those qualities. Clair was amazing, and I never once faltered because he was an adorable British speaking French American. I really don’t like characters with accents for whatever reason, and I think it stems from my lack of conjuring up a dude who matches the accent in my head. The main character wasn’t fully American. But, from page one on, she was already there. But, if it’s not broken, why fix it? There are so many things in this book that should have turned me off-for instance, traveling to Paris. Ya know, I often repeat myself in different reviews, and it doesn’t escape my attention that I do. “Continue your grape bath.” “They were dirty.” I glance up to find them staring at me in matching bemusement. It helps, but they’re still sort of rough. Is that dirt? I dip my napkin in water and dab at the tiny purple globes. The grapes are smaller than I’m used to, and the skin is slightly textured. But, in all fairness, I’ve never claimed I was sane, especially when I find a book that touches me as deeply as Anna and the French Kiss did. Does it make me a little obsessed? Kind of.
I longed for it when I put it down, and I picked it back up to re-read my favorite parts (turns out? There were a lot of favorite parts) even after I’d finished. I, for the first time in a LONG time, have nothing negative to say about a book. Gorgeous storytelling, undeniably addictive characters, and falling in love in the city of light? What could possibly be wrong with this story? Let me tell you what was wrong with this book: Nothing. Well that, my absolutely beautiful friends, was YA at it’s finest. ‘I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.’ It’s funny how our favorites can still affect us as if we’re reading them for the first time.Īnna and the French Kiss ( Anna and the French Kiss #1) I’m so glad I took the time to re-read my absolute favorite of 2014.
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