I warn you now – this book requires a box of tissues. But it’s totally worth the tears!
Jenny Colgan is a member of chick lit royalty. Her beautiful books revolve around the lives of women you root for, and circumstances that we can all recognise. The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in all of Paris is no exception.
When Anna loses two toes in a freak chocolate factory accident, she slips into a downward spiral of depression, not knowing what to do with her thirty-year-old self. Then, her old French teacher suggests – or rather, forces – Anna to leave for Paris and work in a boutique chocolate shop, under a Chocolatier she knew, many years ago.
Anna’s life is turned upside down. Suddenly she’s living in a shoebox apartment with an omnisexual theatre bug who wears lots of sparkly makeup, speaking French to people who roll their eyes at her accent, and working insane hours at the most popular chocolate shop in all of Paris. And she’s loving it.
What she doesn’t realise is that her old French teacher and her new Chocolatier boss were once starcrossed lovers. After a lifetime, neither has forgotten the other, and Anna is drawn into fulfilling a romance of the ages. Along the way, she just might be falling into an epic romance of her own!
I adored this book. Colgan wove a beautiful Parisian scene, of tucked away restaurants and handmade chocolate delights. Anna’s adventures are emotional and captivating, but always believable – and often funny. With a cast of quirky and unusual characters, and the allure of a city as fabulous as Paris, the book wants for nothing.
Colgan also masterfully deals with the language barrier, allowing the reader to effortlessly understand which language is being spoken, without constantly having to explain, and while losing none of the flow of the story. Unless Colgan hadn’t pointed it out herself, I may not even have noticed her doing it, it was so seamless.
I had expected another feel-good chick lit book, but this novel took a turn for the more serious. I tend to get a little overly attached to fictional characters, and spent the last third of the book with tears flowing down my cheeks (and I have these giant tears, so I was drenched in no time). Adding such a serious dimension to chick lit, which is typically a lighter read, can be dangerous. However, Colgan pulls it off – the story was so beautiful and touching, that I was left sad but enchanted.
It’s rare that I extoll the virtues of chick lit like this, but this book was not ordinary. I have ready many of Colgan’s books, but this was by far the most captivating. For chick lit lovers out there, I cannot recommend it highly enough. In fact, I suggest you purchase a copy immediately – click here or here. I want to hear all about what you thought, so get reading!
Oh – and did I mention that the book comes complete with an assortment of chocolatey recipes? What more could a girl want?!