I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Wine, romance, and French bureaucracy – the ups and downs of an American’s life in Paris. This laugh-out-loud memoir is almost too funny to be true!
Drinking too much bubbly. Meeting sappy Frenchmen who have girlfriends or are creeps or both. Encountering problème after problème with French bureaucracy. When newly-single party girl Vicki moved to Paris, she was hoping to taste wine, stuff her face with croissants, and maybe fall in love.
In her first book, this long-time blogger and semi-professional drinker recounts the ups and downs of her life in Paris. Full of sass, shamefully honest admissions, and situations that seem too absurd to be true, Vicki makes you feel as if you’re stumbling along the cobblestones with her.
Will she find love? Will she learn to consume reasonable amounts of alcohol? Will the French administration ever cut her a break?
I’ll start by saying that I’m not a fan of memoirs but this was the exception! Confessions of a Paris Party Girl was the first memoir that I actually read to the end and wished for more! Who am I kidding? This was the first memoir that I actually finished!
Vicki Lesage describes her experiences in Paris with entertaining humor and honesty. I thoroughly enjoyed reading her descriptions of people, the situations that arise, and her friendships/love interests. I also cannot fail to mention her wonderful descriptions of Paris landmarks and architecture.
Vicki’s straightforward story telling was hysterical – I was laughing by the second chapter. The scene at the ball with the creepy foot guy had me laughing out loud and shaking my head in disbelief.
I will definitely be visiting Vicki’s blog at VickiLesage.com for more updates and bits of humor.
I highly recommend this book to everyone who wants to a light, humorous read.