I had a blog post half written for you when the battery on my laptop died. But I couldn’t plug in the charger because the charger exploded a few minutes ago. I was sitting on my bed, working, when I heard a little pop and smelled something burning. I didn’t want it to be anything, so I assumed it was just the heater. Stuff like that can be kind of wonky, right? Then I shifted the pillow beneath my leg and discovered the charger lying beneath it now looks like a melty block of black cheese in a heat wave. WHICH. is why my laptop battery ran out. Because it wasn’t being charged, see.
So, if my Bookanista review sucks bananas, I blame it on the almost fire that totally could have burned up my house (I will say nothing about the new BURN spot on my bedding). And the fact that my blog writing program does not work on my husband’s laptop for some shitrocious reason, and I CAN’T WRITE ON BLOGGER TO SAVE MY LIFE ROTTEN BLOGGER WHY CAN’T YOU LET LINKS OPEN IN ANOTHER WINDOW YOU MEATHEAD WEASELLY PIECE OF TOADYWART.
I’m just kidding I love you Blogger don’t close my account muah muah muah here’s a cookie.
Before I forget, be sure to check out what the other Bookanistas are recommending today:
by Stephanie Perkins
Goodreads summary: Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris—until she meets Étienne St. Claire: perfect, Parisian (and English and American, which makes for a swoon-worthy accent), and utterly irresistible.
The only problem is that he's taken, and Anna might be, too, if anything comes of her almost-relationship back home.
As winter melts into spring, will a year of romantic near-misses end with the French kiss Anna—and readers—have long awaited?
As cute as I think the cover of ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS is, I don't think it does the book justice. For one thing, this cover implies that the book is just some sweet, cute little romance about a girl and a boy in Paris. And while it is at times cute--and romantic--and even sweet...it's so much more than that. For one thing, I laughed like a freak reading this. ANNA has a razor sharp sense of humor that appeals to one's intelligence while still maintaining a youthful world-view. Any book that can make me that smiley must be something special. But it's more than just quick-witted humor, you know? Anna's voice is so strong, so incredibly real. All of her actions and dialogue are consistent with who she is. I would have LOVED to have a friend like Anna--no, check that. I would LOVE to be Anna, just like her, down to the bleached stripe and all. Anna is just so genuinely, so beautifully seventeen.
Everything about her is spot on, down to the way she views her dad. I mean, at first I thought to myself, okay, the dad is kind of a weaselly dork, but, whatever, people like him are nothing to get upset about. But to a seventeen year old girl like Anna, a dad like hers would feel like a nightmare, and through her eyes, I actually found myself detesting him just as much--talk about brilliant characterization.
What's more, Perkins captures the trials and tribulations of an expat's life so remarkably. I've been an expat, and I can't tell you how many times in reading this I thought, "Yes YES YES! That's what it's like!" I have to believe that Perkins must have actually studied abroad. Anna's Paris was the same Paris I've experienced, down to the nutella-filled crepes and the sticky sweetness of mille-feuille. She even goes to Shakespeare and Co, my favorite book store ever! EXCEPT. Anna's experience was colored by her age, her love of films, and (at first) her fear and resentment (also a sign of excellent characterization). I'll just be upfront with you, if you read this, the first thing you will want to do is plan a trip to Paris. And then you will fantasize what it would be to like to go to school there...and fall in love with a hot English boy. It's just so dang bittersweet because I CANT BE SEVENTEEN AGAIN. And now I want to SO BAD.
Okay, I'll be honest, the way that Étienne St. Claire is described doesn't exactly appeal to my tastes. Which is okay. Cuz I'm an old person. And he's, you know, a teenager. But seeing him through Anna's eyes, it's pretty much impossible not to fall in love with him. He's just so...dreamy. And then Perkins fills every scene with so much live-wire tension (which, honestly, might make you want to shout, OMG, WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THEM A HINT AND CHUCK A CONDOM AT THESE TWO ALREADY!) The romance in AATFK is naturally progressed, but the desire feels so alive, so palpable that it may just make you squirm. But like I said, it's more than just a romance. It's a representation of what it is to be on the cusp of adulthood...the fears and dreams and hopes and embarrassment and sweetness of discovery--all of it reflected in Anna's experience living in a foreign country, which is essentially a perfect analogy for adolescence's evolution ( a journey to a place where you haven't yet learned the customs and may not even speak the language). ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS is a smooth read--funny, poignant, full of heart and sexy as all get out.
For the record, mille-feuille
It's freaking unbelievable. I could eat these ALL. DAY. LONG.
One last note: Kimberly Franklin is giving away Sarah Ockler's TWENTY BOY SUMMER and FIXING DELILAH! Check it out! Ends January 1!