I was lucky enough to receive an ARC copy of The Light of Paris by Eleanor Brown, and live in an area that is notoriously slow with mail, so was unlucky enough to receive it relatively recently, and thus, be releasing my review of it more than a week after it was released.
As you might have guessed from the title, parts of this novel occur in Paris. Other settings include Chicago and Magnolia, Tennessee.
Madeleine is unhappily married, in her very own way, which involves feeling inadequate, perfunctorily going through the motions of the societal obligations she and her husband have set for her, and pining to hold a paintbrush in her hand. She and her husband hang with the crowd that has too much money and guilts you into throwing up for eating a cookie. But Madeleine isn’t certain that she wants to remain in a loveless marriage in which she’s constantly pretending to be someone else. Is it worth it?
Uncertain if she can forego the luxury of being constantly miserable (and having enough cash to, you know, eat and shit), Madeleine stumbles across her grandmother’s diaries. Written at a time when her grandmother was staying in Paris and making similar decisions herself, Madeleine learns more about her family, her hometown, and herself.
Verdict: It was okay.
Any follow-up to The Weird Sisters has a lot to live up to, and this younger sibling pales in comparison to its’ all-star older sister. It was not a bad book, it was just predictable. Written well enough that I didn’t mind reading it in its’ entirety, this novel is nonetheless predictable and fairly simple. If you are looking for a light read, one that you can take to the beach, and about which you don’t care if it sustains salt water damage, this book might be for you. Otherwise, I recommend sticking to Brown’s debut.
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