Book Review: The Paris Hours

It is 1927 and Paris feels alive. Each inhabitant of the City of Lights has a story to tell and a past to keep buried. Souren makes puppets to try and escape the terrors he witnessed as an Armenian refugee. Guillaume is furiously looking for his big break as an artist so he can repay the money he’s borrowed from a loan shark. Jean-Paul is a sad sad writer who desperately misses his wife and child. And Camille is a maid whose husband made a terrible and vindictive mistake of giving away a notebook that could reveal her deepest secret. Reading the synopsis of this book, you’ll believe Camille is the main character. Not so. Each Parisian in this novel is given equal attention as their personal demons seem equally troubling to them. They seem to have a one day deadline to find resolution in their lives. This book gives us a single day during a romantic (and romanticized) time in Paris’ history. Along the way you’ll run into Gertrude Stein, Marcel Proust, Ernest Hemingway, and Josephine Baker. All their stories are loosely connected, making this beautiful city feel even more alive.

3.5 out of 5 stars.

Pair with: A campari spritz