Paris by the Book

This was a very disappointing book. I love all titles about Paris, and this is the first that I could not get into. It’s written by Liam Callahan, and is the story of Leah, whose husband Robert has left her and her two daughters. He’s a writer who has left for many chunks of time before, but never for this long. And he left no note: he would always leave a note in the past. Leah is convinced he’s dead, when she happens to find a clue in his cereal that he has booked three tickets to Paris for them. The novel is written in first person, and spends a great deal of time in Leah’s head. It took 66 pages to get them to Paris, and I just gave up. Just my two cents…