As a foodie and a lover of Paris, I was excited to dive into Dinner for One. This is the true story of Sutanya Dacres, a Jamaican-American woman who fell in love with a Frenchman and, after sustaining a long-distance relationship for a few years, moved to Paris, got married, and assumed she would live happily ever after. The wonderful, magical Parisian life she dreamed of was actually more like a nightmare at times. She had trouble navigating cultural differences, dealt with racism, and the honeymoon phase of her marriage was a blip on the radar before trouble began.
I appreciated how honest and vulnerable Sutanya was throughout this book; she didn’t shy away from her faults or flaws. We saw the highs and lows, the good and bad, the ugly and the beautiful of her life, her romantic relationship, and her relationship with herself. I admired her strength and how even when life knocked her down, she didn’t stay down for long. It would have been so easy for her to return to America after her divorce, to retreat to the familiarity of her family and former home, but she built a life that was all her own. Her tale was interesting, inspiring, and hopeful.
While I thoroughly enjoyed Dinner for One, I have to admit it wasn’t what I expected from the title or blurb. The actual cooking and love of food didn’t come until toward the end. While there was a clear appreciation for food throughout the book, it was usually mentioned in passing, and I was expecting it to be a huge theme throughout the book. I won’t say I was disappointed since I did enjoy reading about Sutanya’s journey, but I feel like the title was misleading, and I think there might be readers who will be disappointed.
Overall, this memoir was a joy to read. I won’t hesitate to recommend it to a variety of people, from foodies to lovers of Paris to expats to people struggling with relationship issues or divorce.
*I received an advance copy of this book from the publisher via Netgalley. All thoughts are my own