Honeymoon in Paris by JoJo Moyes

So many things can get in the way of a new bride’s happiness on her honeymoon: jealousy, expectations, her new husband. I know, because on my very own honeymoon in Paris, in 1984, I suffered under similar illusions as JoJo Moyes’ characters. I foolishly expected my husband to be devoted to me above all else. I foolishly became jealous of his past loves. I was young and foolish, period. So it was quite reassuring to read of similar brides in this novella, although one was from the 21st century and the other from the 20th.
Edouard and Sophie are a couple from 1912. He is a painter who has had amorous relationships with his models and other attractive women before his marriage to Sophie. This instills an intense jealousy in his new bride who wonders what he sees in her. David and Olivia are a couple from 2012. He is an excellent businessman who has made several meetings over his honeymoon in Paris. With each new appointment, Sophie feels less significant to him in comparison to the potential clients. 
Perhaps many honeymoons suffer under a certain condition of not being able to live up to what is expected of them. By my second honeymoon in 2001 I was a much more realistic bride. As for Moyes’ characters, one wonders if these new brides will abandon their new husbands before the marriage ever has a chance to move beyond the honeymoon. In Paris.
I read Honeymoon in Paris for Paris in July. It is an utterly charming read which precedes JoJo Moyes’ latest book, The Girl You Left Behind, to be published August 20, 2013.

21 thoughts on “Honeymoon in Paris by JoJo Moyes”

  1. Oh I want to read this. Thank you for the review. I haven't had a chance to read anything for the Paris in July challenge. This sounds like a great (and short!) choice.


  2. That's where my copies came from, too. This was a fast paced and short book which you could easily ready in one sitting while the fair Greyson is napping.


  3. I still have Me Before You sitting on my nightstand. I plan to read it this summer, but other books keep making their way to the top of the stack. This new one sounds very good, too! My first honeymoon was spent on Catalina Island. My second was in Idyllwild, CA (nestled in the San Jacinto Mountains). Not quite as glamorous as Paris, but very enjoyable. We celebrate our 25th this year and are planning a mini-vacation to Santa Fe/Taos. Maybe someday I can convince him to take me to Paris. 🙂


  4. Oh Les, Me Before You is so wonderful! It actually made me cry, although ultimately it is not a book of despair. How wonderful that you are celebrating your 25th. Greg and I only just celebrated our 12th, but every day I am so grateful for his steadfastness and strength. We're lucky to have such good guys! When you do go to Paris, you won't get in a fight like I did on my first honeymoon. I'm ashamed even now, but it's hard to be wise at 23. At least it was for me.


  5. I had such a crap honeymoon that it's hard to fathom an imperfect honeymoon in Paris! Try Tulsa . . . and a mother-in-law offering to pick you up from the hotel because your husband had a summer job . . . and then spending a week with your new grandmother-in-law in her tiny house while you wait to get into your apartment and all you can think about (while your husband is off working and you're alone with a woman you don't really know) is the fact that her house is so small she can hear EVERYTHING YOU DO so you pretty much hide all day in the bedroom, embarrassed out of your mind about what you did, last night. ACK! I don't even like thinking about it.

    I think he still owes me. 😉


  6. I'm really enjoy Me Before You! I had planned to do a little paperwork/filing tonight after dinner, but I think I'll continue to ignore the stack and curl up with my book instead. It's a cool (64!), rainy evening and I'd much rather read on the couch than fuss with files.

    Yes, we are quite lucky to have such good husbands. I'm forever grateful for mine. He is so patient, even-keel, and funny.

    Wise at 23? Ha! I made so very many mistakes in my 20s. I don't think I really “grew up” until my mid-30s!


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