I love women’s fiction novels that involve food. Throw in Paris and I’m more than definitely interested. The Paris Cooking School features a rather low-key cooking school in Paris that draws students from all over the world for its four week course. This time around, two women from Australia enroll, both needing an escape from Australia, and learning to cook the French way is just what they need. I don’t read many books featuring Australian characters, so it sounded like a fun twist on something familiar. Unfortunately, the cooking part took a minimalist approach to the point where the actual cooking in the school was practically non-existent, and romance was clearly in the driver’s seat.
Sylvie runs the Paris Cooking School, an idea that sparked when she was wandering the famed gardens at Monet’s home with her then young son. Years later, the school is thriving and her son is off across the world on an adventure of his own, and baseless complaints are starting to besiege the school. Not to mention she’s decided to take a hard line with her lover who, for whatever reason, won’t disentangle himself from his ex-wife. Gabi is an artist from Australia, but, after the success of her first show, she’s found her muse missing. So she heads to Paris to attend the cooking school, hoping to find inspiration there, possibly in the form of a handsome man who sells cheese. Kate is recently divorced after her ex-husband’s shocking betrayal, so romance is the last thing on her mind and a few weeks cooking in Paris, a place she once visited with her ex on an extremely packed schedule, is just the thing she needs. Romance isn’t part of her plans, but an adorable dog might have other plans for her owner and Kate.
First of all, I liked Sylvie and her love interest Serge, as well as the dog Nina. They were absolutely lovely. Nina was adorable and so full of energy, but still such a good dog. Every time she was on page, I felt her enthusiasm for everything, and it was kind of infectious, though that might also be because literally nothing else excited me about this novel. Sylvie and Serge have a lovely friendship that predictably progresses to more, and I just really liked how mature it was, though Serge was also kind of passive, letting Sylvie do with him what she wanted. His character, though, was delightful, and I really loved him outside of his romance with Sylvie.
There’s a bit of mystery woven into the story with Sylvie having to deal with someone trying to besmirch the Paris Cooking School. Someone clearly is out to get her, and she has to figure out who and why. This ended up feeling a little crammed into the second half and largely forgotten in the first half. I’m also completely bewildered about why Sylvie trusted Kate so much after just a few classes to bring her in on the problems, all because Kate has some tech experience after creating an app with her ex-husband. I don’t think Kate added anything at all to this, and Sylvie was able to handle it quite admirably. I liked the way the mystery wrapped up; I just wish it had had more of a presence.
Most of The Paris Cooking School is given over to the romance each woman has. That meant the cooking was all but glossed over, with scenes skipping from Sylvie introducing different dishes to the characters sitting down and enjoying what everyone made. There’s cooking, but certainly none that I can remember actually happening in the school. Instead, Kate’s and Gabi’s love interests did a lot more cooking for the women than anything else. I love books about food because I usually learn something from them. All I really picked up from this one was that there are really a lot of different kinds of cheese, but more on that later. Instead, the focus was really on the three women falling in love. Sylvie’s was probably my favorite, but also kind of crammed into the second half so it never got any real space to realistically blossom and progress. There aren’t really any hints about it until, suddenly, they’re basically in bed. Kate’s was sweet and slow, because both she and Arnaud had been hurt in the past. I liked how it felt more like a friendship on both sides, but they were clearly always going to get together. Gabi’s was fast and flashed hot and cold. It was kind of a roller coaster. She and Max were fun together, but clearly aren’t masters of communication, though I think Gabi’s characterization contributed a lot to that, not that Max seemed much better, though.
Of the three women, Sylvie felt the most levelheaded. She’s older and more settled, and Paris is her home. Actually, aside from being frustrated with her lover and sad her son is so far away, she was kind of bland. I didn’t even get the sense that she was Parisian; she just felt like an ordinary woman, one without anything interesting about her. Kate felt very much like a tourist, taking every chance to explore the city. Reading from her perspective made me think I was reading a tourist’s guide to Paris. There was a lot of interesting information about places I didn’t know about, but it was definitely info dumping with big paragraphs that sounded like they’d been lifted from a guide. Other than her evident love and enjoyment of Paris, I didn’t really get a strong sense of who she was. She was there, she helped out, she liked Nina, otherwise her sudden closeness to Sylvie was kind of out of left field, like it was a plot point but the transition wasn’t complete, so it instead felt like I was jumping from plot point to plot point. Gabi is the artist looking for inspiration, and that comes across loud and clear. She’ll do anything to find her muse, and will run hot and cold on a whim. I felt her frustration and anger, as well as her joy when she was creating and discovering. She felt the most real to me, with good and bad points, but she was also just a little too much to the point where she completely overshadowed everyone else.
I was most disappointed, though, by the strawberry tart promised on the cover. I can only recall three mentions of it, and I was so hoping it was something the students were going to be making. But not only was there no real cooking done by the students, there were also very few mentions of the tart. It comes back at the end, supposedly as the symbol for something, but that isn’t followed throughout the story. Instead, this focused on the women’s romances, which completely had nothing to do with a strawberry tart. Amusingly, though, there’s a ton of cheese. This is so cheese-filled I started to wonder why cheese didn’t feature on the cover. I lost count of how many times cheese was mentioned. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book with so much cheese before. This novel just managed to not feel cheesy. Definitely give certain parts of this book a try if you love cheese and want to read about several different kinds.
The Paris Cooking School could have offered so much. It had all the ingredients I love in this kind of book, but all of them let me down. I didn’t even really enjoy exploring Paris because it read more like a tourist’s guide than anything else. The other cooking students were mostly forgettable with no real personalities of their own, and there were three men I could not for the life of me keep straight. I liked that Kate hung out with them a lot, and some great character development for all of them could have happened here, but all it did was highlight how wonderful and friendly Kate is, so of course Sylvie should trust her and make her an offer Kate can’t refuse towards the end. I still don’t understand why Sylvie thinks Kate is so great. Sure, she loves Paris, but she also clearly has a loving family waiting for her in Australia, and, well, the ties Kate and Gabi have to Australia are never really addressed. This really just read as a series of plot points with three fairly generic women going through the motions and the men doomed to follow along after them. The transitions were only half baked and not something I could stomach. Unfortunately, this one missed the mark for me, but someone who loves reading about different places in Paris and romance might enjoy it.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for a review copy. All opinions expressed are my own.