I have mixed feelings about this novel. We follow our main character, Stella, on a journey of self-discovery through the streets of Paris. She meets famous people, tries a lot of fancy food, and indulges herself in a life of adventure and luxury.
There was a plot, but it felt like filler. When I was reading the book, it felt like the author just wanted to write descriptions of delicious food and beautiful clothes, and decided to make that a story. I later found out it was actually exactly the truth--an editor had read a previous novel of Ruth Reichl's and fixated on a paragraph about her trying on a dress and wanted her to make a novel with more just like it.
And I'm not going to lie, she delivered on that front. The prose WAS good. I was mostly reading this on an empty stomach and there were at least seven different pages-long eating experiences that were written deliciously well. I also loved all the descriptions of art, literature, fashion, and French culture. The writing was so good, I was completely immersed in all of those scenes and it honestly kind of made me long for a trip to Paris.
But the rest of it....
The characters were meh. Stella was honestly a pretty good character and I loved her development from a rigid wallflower who always has a plan for everything to confident, ambitious, and free. But she was also, unfortunately, written as a complete Mary Sue.
She'd never cared about food before in her life, but suddenly she's discovered to be a food connoisseur who can identify every ingredient in a dish with a taste and all of the fancy high-class French people think she's the shit! She's never cooked before, but suddenly she's the best chef in the world and even people raised on caviar and escargot say she's fucking amazing, a prodigy. And why does everyone around her love her or say she's special immediately after meeting her? The woman in the boutique. Jules. George Whitman. All of the chefs, artists, writers, and famous celebrities that the author name-dropped throughout the novel that Stella met.
Everything about her personal life either resolves too quickly or is left with loose ends. The romance at the end came out of nowhere. Daddy issues brought up and resolved immediately in the last 20 pages. And let's not forget the extremely graphic childhood trauma written in at the very beginning of the story that served NO purpose for the rest of the book and was only referenced once. Why, why???? At least the mommy issues were handled somewhat okay, but like. Stella felt more like a lens for the readers to view the story through than an actual character.
So yeah. Food was definitely the highlight of this story, and it was good. And I DID learn a lot about art history, cuisine, literature, and France in general which was really interesting. Definitely still going to plan that trip.