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When A Vay-Cay is Not Doable, This Is Second Best...





Sometimes taking a vay-cay to Paris is impossible, but a trip to Paris, Wisconsin or Paris, Tennessee, or Paris, Texas is a little more affordable. 

We can always take a picture of the sign, buy new clothes, eat at a restaurant, and call it good, right?

Or not.

Sigh. There's something about being in the real place.



Today's book talk with real scene photos by Mary Vee is: Paris by the Book by Liam Callanan


Definitely a 5 stars story. Well written. Engaging. Focused on the story. Rich. I totally loved this story, especially the way Callanan told the tale.

Here is why:






The story begins in Paris, Wisconsin. Our main character, Leah  is drawn to Robert by a chance encounter outside their small town bookstore. She wanted The Red Balloon, he wanted Madeline. Two stories with a Parisian setting. Their love story continues into their wedding.

As you might expect, about one third into the story, Leah travels from Wisconsin to her dream place, Paris, France.  There we live and breathe Parisian life through the pages. 






Sometimes Paris is dreamy, especially at first. Sometimes not so dreamy, because Parisians really do expect those who live in their city to learn their language and customs. (a definite when in Rome do as the Romans kind of city). 









Robert, Leah's husband, is a writer and likes to go on a writer's version of a walkabout to envelope himself in his stories. Leah understands. She agrees to this arrangement before they marry. What she doesn't count on is him disappearing for over a year, leaving her and their two daughters wondering if ... well, they didn't want to believe the worst.








Her search for dear Robert, took her and her daughters to Paris, France where, on the last day of their visit, Leah and her daughters walked into a bookstore in need of a manager. Driven by hopes to find Robert in Paris she accepts the job and the apartment above the store.






Does Robert ever show up on the streets of Paris? According to her daughters, they're sure they saw him in the crowd yesterday. According to Leah he had to have been in the store when she wasn't looking. Her proof? Two words written in a book he'd appreciate. "I'm sorry." Yes, it was his writing...she is almost, completely, maybe sure.











If you've dreamed of going to Paris, and can't right now, but could live the dream through the pages of a great story, Paris by the Book is the book for you.










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