This book was originally written in German by Nina George and has now been translated in to English due to its success (maybe it read better in German?)
The novel focuses on Jean Perdu and his bookshop apothecary on the Seine. He prescribes books to people to cure their hardships, doing so by going off how people feel. The only one he can’t heal is himself.
He has nursed a broken heart ever since the night, twenty-one years ago, when the love of his life fled Paris, leaving behind a handwritten letter that he has never dared read. His memories and his love have been gathering dust – until now. The arrival of an enigmatic new neighbour in his eccentric apartment building on Rue Montagnard inspires Jean to unlock his heart, unmoor the floating bookshop and set off for Provence, in search of the past and his beloved.
I wanted to love this book but alas it was failure number 2 for me on this blog as it was quite tiresome for me to drudge through. I found the story just a little bit too unbelievable. It started off quite well and did make me want to read the first few chapters but I soon lost interest and ended up reading just to get through it so I could start a new book!
The book reads like a diary with many postcards to a woman who seems to have little to do but sit and wait and read them whilst the man finds himself.
I loved the thought of books healing people but you can only take the idea so far and it just turned into a sickly unbelievable soap opera esk novel.
- The setting, Paris, the Seine, makes you happy just thinking of it!
- The thought of books healing people, maybe just not this one eh…..
- The characters! Quite a key dislike eek, but I just didn’t care for them.
- Clumsy and badly written.
- He waited 20 years to open a letter, never ever would this happen, sorry but this is too sappy for me, even a bit Mills and Boon (SORRY BUT THEY SHOULD ALL BE SHREDDED!)
Right third time lucky it is, I am off to hunt for a new book, please be a good one.