"The Art of French Kissing" is one of Kristin Harmel's earlier works, which had been sitting on my bookshelf for years, untouched because, well--you know---so many books, so little time! I pulled it from a shelf a few days ago, and read it quickly. It's a rom-com, an often times ridiculous (yet fun) one. At times, it bordered on downright stupid (though fun), and was totally predictable (though fun).
I am not sure if the good outweighed the bad, but I didn't hate it. In fact, I enjoyed most of the hours I spent reading it, but I felt it could have been much better had it not defied credulity.
I almost never enjoy novels where one of the characters is a "rock star" as the glitz, glamour, rumors and risky behaviors annoy me, but in this story, the rocker was French, and needed to be well managed by two young women, one of whom was nursing a broken heart and had come to Paris to do just that. Emma had been dumped by her fiancé, Brett, after three years together. She had also been let go from her PR job, and to make things worse, she learned that Brett was sleeping with her best friend, Amanda. What's a girl to do? Of course, just like that, she will head to Paris to stay with an old friend, Poppy, who just happens to have a PR firm and an extra bedroom in her lovely flat from which Emma can see the Eiffel Tower. Of course, right?
Emma, who speaks not a word of French, falls in love with the the city and her new life in romantic Paris, though she has no intention of falling for anyone. She and Poppy, time and again, have to rescue Guillaume, the rock star, from his ridiculous and dangerous antics, and to keep the press from knowing the truth. Guillaume has a new album about to be debuted, so it is most important that he not receive bad press. Of course, Guillaume is drop dead gorgeous and quite charming. It's difficult to stay angry with him when he causes so much turmoil in the life of those who manage him.
There is a handsome and determined reporter, Gabe, with only the slightest French accent, who is always underfoot, and is determined to see through the excuses Emma makes for Guillaume, but he is, at times, hard to resist, despite his being maddeningly pushy about getting an interview. Meanwhile, Poppy teaches Emma about dating just for the fun of it, and to always leave men wanting more, and to leave them before they could leave her. Emma finds there is something to be said for that, especially after a painful broken engagement.
Much of what happens is exasperating for a reader for it's huge implausibility, and yet, the story moved at a good pace and gave the happy ending that is apparent from the start, knowing the genre. Cute book, but nothing special, and I do believe chick lit has gotten better since this one appeared in 2008.