Commas, semi-colons, even full stops pose a problem. I think the editor just had too much work to do here and gave up. Well, she may be an author, but she's no writer. On so many levels.įirstly, we are supposed to believe this person is a professional journalist. Oh dear god, can I really bring myself to write a review of this "book"? This has to be honest to goodness one of the worst pieces of "writing" I have ever had the misfortune to read. An entertaining tale of being a fish out of water, Almost French is an enthralling read as Sarah Turnbull leads us on a magical tour of this seductive place-and culture-that has captured her heart But as she navigates the highs and lows of this strange new world, from life in a bustling quatier and surviving Parisian dinner parties to covering the haute couture fashion shows and discovering the hard way the paradoxes of France today, little by little Sarah falls under its maddening, mysterious, and charged with that French specialty-séduction. Sacrificing Vegemite for vichyssoise, the feisty Sydney journalist does her best to fit in, although her conversation, her laugh, and even her wardrobe advertise her foreigner status. Chance had brought Sarah and Frédéric together in Bucharest, and on impulse she decided to take him up on his offer to visit him in the world's most romantic city. Sarah Turnbull's stint in Paris was only supposed to last a week. Paris hadn't even been part of my travel plan." A delightful, fresh twist on the travel memoir, Almost French takes us on a tour that is fraught with culture clashes but rife with deadpan humor.
I'm not the sort of girl who crosses continents to meet up with a man she hardly knows. Almost French is an enthralling read as Sarah leads us on a magical tour of this seductive place-and culture-that has captured her heart.The charming true story of a spirited young woman who finds adventure-and the love of her life-in Paris. But as she navigates the highs and lows of this strange new world, from life in a bustling quartier and surviving Parisian dinner parties to covering the haute couture fashion shows and discovering the hard way the paradoxes of French culture, little by little Sarah falls under its spell: maddening, mysterious, and charged with that French specialty-seduction. Sacrificing Vegemite for vichyssoise, the feisty journalist does her best to fit in, although her conversation, her laugh, and even her wardrobe advertise her foreigner status.
Chance had brought Sarah and Frederic together in Bucharest, and on impulse she decides to take him up on his offer to visit him in the world's most romantic city.
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