Paris Letters by Janice MacLeod was added to my booklist while strolling around Parnassus Books. I had already reached my budgeted limit for purchases that day so this one waited around for a few years until it surfaced again. Had I read it when originally published, I think I would have enjoyed it, but having read it after leaving my job for an adventure from France to Spain to Argentina, I fell in kindred spirit with the book.
Disclosure: I'm a letter lover, both writer and reader. I wanted to like the book before I ever started.
And I did.
As I read through her journey, I thought about my Accomplice (Chapter 6) who told me that my Plan B was actually a better Plan A. I was reminded of the customs officer in Paris (Chapter 13) who told me I was being brave when I revealed a little too much. I felt grateful for the friends who received my notes and texts and were enthusiastic in their responses for my adventure.
I read Paris Letters in one sitting over two flights and one airport. It made me smile, it reminded me how love arrives and sometimes leaves in strange ways, and that we all can understand one another if we put the effort into trying.
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