I don’t read romance. Most of the time, I think of relationships and romance in the books that I read as an unfortunate by-product of the story that I could probably do without. Anna and the French Kiss might have changed that.
In Anna and the French Kiss Anna is shipped off to Paris for her senior year, which she is less than happy about. That is until she meets Étienne St. Clair. Hot, charming, welcoming – he’s everything Anna wants, apart from available.
Stephanie Perkins creates perfectly imagined characters in the beautiful city of Paris. Anna is undoubtedly real, unashamedly so – she’s impulsive, she’s emotional, and she’s selfish at times. What more would you expect of a teenager whose parents have sent her half way around the world to finish school in a country with a language that she doesn’t even speak. And I’m yet to find a person who has read this novel that isn’t at least a little bit in love with Étienne St. Clair.
This review was written by regular reviewer Kath, get to know her here.
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