I found this cheap cheesy novel in a thrift shop in Vancouver and I was like, let me read this book in preparation for my French test in a week, it doesn’t look very difficult to read. And it really wasn’t, I got through it so smoothly which made me feel pretty good about myself. It was very cheesy though……….. also I may have gotten a bit teary-eyed at some point lmao.
I looked the book up on here afterwards to add it to my read-list and saw a review that said « this book is written like it’s meant for infants ». What a way to knock my confidence, Mary.
Anyways I passed for the French test.
Suck on that, miss thing.
On my last day in Toronto, I gave this book to a friend who lives there, he’s learning French and God knows he needs this particular book and its « infantile » writing. No shade.