It's been too long since I've read a Cathy Kelly book, or, for that matter, any other book by a much liked Irish romance writer (like Marian Keyes, another one I like very much). Indeed, I've read a few of those decades ago, and loved them.
It Started With Paris features rather many different characters, from varying generations, so there's bound to be some I liked better than others. This was an uplifting book, on the whole, that speaks for women's independence and quality of life. Sure, there was Leila, one the young women featured, who was a bit slow to come to grips, and naive, which, in general, annoys me to tears - especially her wallowing in her own misery at the beginning of the book. And then, there's that Jennifer with all her anger and meanness. The 180° turn-around Jennifer made, after finally realizing what it did to her daughter, was a bit hard to believe - Mean-spirited people don't change overnight - but this is fiction and anything is possible.
My favorite characters were Vonnie, Grace and Birdie, probably because they were the more mature women, in their forties and fifties, to whom I could better relate. Truly, I loved Birdie, what a class-act, how she handled Howard in the end, with such poise and grace. Priceless.