I am glad I did not know too much of the storyline before I started, so I could enjoy its unfolding set during what was quite a major part of French history. I chanced upon this title from reading a brief but favourable review in a magazine. Life is too short for that I have decided, and if I find myself making excuses about picking up a book I have started, I just flag it and move on.
The pace carries you along too as I never felt like I was pushing myself to read it. The author has quite a magical quality to her writing that makes you remember all the characters and never be confused about what is happening.
I actually found myself reading more carefully to ensure I took in the descriptions and words used. The Paris Winter is like a hearty and delicious French meal in that you want to chew it slowly in order to fully appreciate the flavours. The last one-weeker I had was Sophie Kinsella’s latest recently.
This book is a slower read than my normal choices, in that it took me about a month to read when usually I can get through a title in two weeks, sometimes even one week if it’s a ripper. I loved the fact that I had a pictorial view of what the times were like in that era and could imagine its Paris equivalent, just across the water from London. The tv series Mr Selfridge has just started here and we’ve seen the first two episodes, so I was tickled to see that this is also set in 1909. But Paris swayed me and so I found myself visiting (and much enjoying) 1909. I much prefer stories set in modern time. This book is not my usual, in that I am not that fussed with historical fiction and generally do my best to avoid it. I have just finished reading The Paris Winter by Imogen Robertson.
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