Where Honesty Never Ends.
Genre: Comedic Memoir
Note: This book was given to us by the author in exchange for an honest review.
Greetings! The Review Board here to give our take on Confessions of a Paris Party Girl by Vicki Lesage. Providing his observations, our very own Mr. Controversy.
Before we begin, let’s take a look at the blurb for this comedic memoir:
Wine, romance, and French bureaucracy–the ups and downs of an American’s life in Paris. This laugh-out-loud memoir is almost too funny to be true!
Drinking too much bubbly. Meeting sappy Frenchmen who have girlfriends or are creeps or both. Encountering problème after problème with French bureaucracy. When newly-single party girl Vicki moved to Paris, she was hoping to indulge in wine, stuff her face with croissants, and maybe fall in love.
In her first book, this cheeky storyteller and semi-professional drinker recounts the highs and lows of her life in Paris. Full of sass, shamefully honest admissions, and situations that seem too absurd to be true, you’ll feel as if you’re stumbling along the cobblestones with her.
Will she find love? Will she learn to consume reasonable amounts of alcohol? Will the French administration ever cut her a break?
Vicki Lesage’s “Confessions of a Paris Party Girl” has an autobiographical feel as a young Vicki (VeeKee as she is called by a few characters in the story) chooses to leave her unceremoniously relieved from her IT job’s duties as well as take a car everywhere life in St. Louis, Missouri to venture abroad into the lavish and glamorous living of Paris, France as a freelance web designer.
Granted, to be in (let alone LIVE IN) a new land, whether stateside or abroad, is trying as well as taxing. Vicki takes everything is stride, and makes the best of her day-to-day situations. From trying to find the key holder to her first dwelling, breaking 20 euros at the store (while getting guff from shopkeepers), SERIOUS bottles of wine, homesickness, loads of reflection of many fun times with her friends and family, TONS AND TONS of handsy, ignorant, quasi-disrespectful, and helpful Frenchmen and Frenchwomen, all the way down to the locals STRONGLY believing that St. Louis in Missouri) is ACTUALLY (in THEIR minds) located in “Louisiane,” dealing with French authorities while renewing her Visa, and Love.
Ahhh, Paris: you fickle whore…
I am going to be honest: I LOVE THIS BOOK!
Like Thor Odinson with his coffee, I say “ANOTHER!” when it comes to Mrs. Lesage’s writings.
NO ONE has ever heard me use those specific combination of words EVER in my review (UNLESS you are close to me to where you can contact me by certain means and we talk at length; NEVER said this in writing).
It is a great read that got me from the jump. When I read the first few pages (namely the boarding call for Paris), I had a strong feeling that this read was going to be something special.
I am glad that I was right (for once).
The description of the Parisian life is overall solid, sound, and good. It has a feel of a blogger which helped greatly in my comfort level of reading (bloggers love bloggers for the most part). There are humorous recollections, sadness, and sarcasm which give the book depth and character.
The ONLY complaint that I have with this read is a not too bad one actually. At the same time, a little lesson for everyone:
While reading the book, I had to put it down a few times to look up and translate certain French words and phrases that did not have a translation already included. Citing that I speak Spanish personally, I would make sure that IF I use a Spanish term, I would include its translation in parenthesis so the language barrier remains intact.
Also, while Vicki was dating a particular gentleman, I noticed a few missing words in the young man’s dialogue, ONLY to come to my own conclusion (and Mrs. Lesage can either verify or deny) that the young man REALLY spoke that way.
Spelling and grammar is quite nice. Ms. Lesage makes sure that her sentences end with either a noun or a verb (Oui [that means “Yes” for my non-French speaking populous]: I AM that damn picky in the realm of sentence structure).
“Confessions of a Paris Party Girl” is 237 pages of memoir that I KNOW will put a smile on your face. I had a chance to glance at Mrs. Lesage’s Amazon Author Page, and see that she is a hardcore blogger, and has another book “Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer.” I TRULY enjoyed this read, and would LOVE to take a crack at her other books as well.
If I am giving a reigning endorsement for a book, YOU KNOW that I either fell and bumped my head (possible, but not likely in this review), got bought off to give it a reigning endorsement (laughable, because you would have to have me Set For Life FINANCIALLY for me to give you that type of brownnosing ass-kissery), OR (and MOST LIKELY) I REALLY Loved this book. As I have reviewed many books, VERY FEW have stood out and got higher than an 8 (in one case, a Perfect Score of 10 out of 10 stars).
Mrs. Vicki Lesage DEFINITELY has something special here, and I look forward to reading MUCH MORE from this young lady!
Keep it up!
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