Somewhere floating around this house is Paris To The Moon, which is one of my favorite French novels ever, and Candide by Voltaire, but I possibly have passed the later onward. At any rate, such a plethora of wonderful novels to (re)read! How many times can one read Madame Bovary (looking forward to this read-along at Nonsuch Book in the autumn) or The Little Prince? Never enough!
There are many French books chez Bellezza, but the “problem” is I’ve read most of them! Behold:
I have lots of stories to tell, as well, of our summers in France. Hopefully, I can convince my mother to write a guest post as she was the one who decided we would live there for several summers in the seventies.