Meet Me In Paris is a memoir of a short time in the author’s life; it covers a period of only two to three years. It closely follows the ending of her marriage, taking on a “married-but-in-an-open-
Juliette romanticizes taking a married lover before she even tells her husband that she wants a divorce; “Divorce heels” are mentioned, we see poetic phrases like, “…buried in a grave called marriage…” and she jokes that she became single just so she could travel to Staint-Tropez just so she could eat a particular piece of cake. There are a lot of ideas in the beginning of the book that are really driven into the ground. We read repeatedly about how her lover can never leave his wife but he talks about spending the rest of his life with Juliette, that they are star-crossed lovers, and the phrase “my married-but-in-an-open-
I have numerous pet peeves about the book, but, aside from a rocky beginning, it is written well and certainly conveys the emotion the author was feeling at this time in her life. I cried at two different points in the book and got choked up at a few other places. Despite making light of it, she really was deeply affected by her divorce and I wish she hadn’t taken away from that by making jokes about it. Personally, I would have preferred the book to be centered more on her affair with Paris than her lover and ex-husband, with the latter two still making an appearance just not the star of the show.
This is the author’s first memoir; she generally writes romance novels, some set in Paris. I am curious enough that I think I will check some of them out. She also recently released a book of poetry to correspond with Meet Me in Paris. I am looking forward to reading that one as well.