La solitude des femmes qui courent

by Julie Printzac

Depuis son divorce, Justine court après la vie dans un Paris qu’elle ne reconnaît plus. Tout se chevauche et se bouscule : son travail en perdition, ses amours inexistantes, ses inquiétudes de mère. Mais le jour où elle découvre une rose rouge sur la tombe familiale, Justine va devoir questionner son passé, et peut-être ainsi démêler toute la pelote de son bonheur.

Julie Printzac est traductrice et éditrice. La Solitude des femmes qui courent est son premier roman.

250 pages, Paperback

First published March 1, 2017

Reviews

[Ann]

Banal chick-lit. Justine, a young single mother wants to leave her dreary existence in Paris and return to the village of her youth, where her best friend also lives. Her father is buried in that same village, and when Justine realizes that an unknown person leaves red roses on her long-dead father's grave, she is more than a little intrigued. Her conventional mother and sister shut down completely when she mentions this. But because the author conveniently also provides the point-of-view of this unknown woman, the reader knows perfectly well what is going on now, and what happened around the time of Justine's father's death. So the tension, in terms of mysteries from the past, is nil, and all that's left is a series of chick lit cliches : the ex-husband moving on, the date from hell, the office politics, and eventually, the burgeoning of new love for both Justine and her best friend.

In summary : to be recommended only for women in search of an undemanding little story about a plucky single mom finding a better life