I’ve finished reading this book for the fourth time and its always as amazing. The story is amazing. Both th writing and story are amazing. And im so lucky to have been gifted it. The book holds a special place for me and will always do.
Even considering how short this novella is, and how clear and simple the prose and narration are, the first part is a bit tiresome. A privileged young woman in post-war Paris, being indulged by everyone and having everything go her way. Because it's told in retrospect, we know she has tragedy and heartbreak in her near future, but still...
As the 1950 part of the narrative reaches its conclusion, and then back to the "present" in which the mystery is revealed to the narrator and ourselves, the story is much more compelling. It's all a bit pat and melodramatic, which is admittedly the only way for it to go.
If you feel like being immersed in the atmosphere, going to cafes and parties, vacations in Cannes, everyone always opening a bottle of wine to celebrate when you happen to be around, then you will probably enjoy this book.
Magnificently written from page 1. It opens a little clumsily, but that is intentional. It ends with Jacques Prevert, 'And I took my head in my hands and I wept'. I am reviewing it from memory, but suffice to say that I bought it three times, each time giving it away and having to replace it. I gave it once to Tara, who has given it three stars.