I’ve spent the last year or so reading books that make me sort of an unintended Francophile. There is an absurd number of these books to choose from, discussing everything from culture to diet to habits of French women and the “je ne sais quoi” people go on about.

I saw a recommendation for Paris Letters and it had good reviews so I decided to give it a try. I really enjoyed it. It’s a love story about falling for a new place, food, people and yourself. It’s a charming read and inspired me not only to visit Paris, Italy and Scotland again, but to start writing letters to my nearest and dearest and stop spending money frivolously. I think it makes a really good summer read, and I recommend picking it up before you hit the beach or the pool.