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Note: This book was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
Greetings! The Review Board is here to give our thoughts on Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer by Vicki Lesage. Let’s explore the blurb before we dive into Mr. Controversy’s thoughts:
Diapers, tantrums, and French bureaucracy—the crazy life of an American mom in Paris.
Think French parenting is easy? Think again! Former party girl Vicki trades wine bottles for baby bottles, as this sassy mommy of two navigates the beautiful, yet infuriating, city of Paris.
How does she steer a stroller around piles of dog poop? Or find time for French administration between breastfeeding and business meetings? And will she ever lose the pregnancy weight with croissants staring at her from every street corner?
This humorous memoir will have you laughing, crying, and wiping up drool right alongside Vicki as she and her ever-patient French husband raise two children in the City of Light.
If you’re looking for a memoir packed with parenting humor, or simply want to know if French parenting really leads to well-behaved kids, this collection of essays is for you!
Mr. Controversy, you have the floor.
“Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer” picks up where “Confessions of a Paris Party Girl” left off: Mademoiselle Lesage is NOW a married young lady and preggers!
Citing how I am an uncle to 4 nephews, you are Damn Right that I enjoy babies and baby news!
Mademoiselle Lesage and her husband Mika are expecting a little bundle of joy! How exciting and wonderful for this beautiful couple to bring a beautiful life into the world!
As with the previous “Confessions” book, Mademoiselle Lesage speaks at great length about the sights, sounds, and interactions that is/are French Culture. She speaks on her interesting experiences with the French Government (much like she did in “Paris Party Girl), the French people (esp. in one instance where she rides the metro and a douchewad does some ignorant stuff that caused her to go full St Louis, MO, in French, on his ass), and the French healthcare system, most notably during her pregnancy (especially the other expectant and often rude mothers-to-be and the sage-femmes, or midwives). She speaks about the clear, distinct, and obvious differences between French medicine and Western (American) medicine ranging from paperwork procedures (or lack thereof), how a nurse marveled at her own spider killing skills (Mademoiselle Lesage has arachnophobia from what I read), and the hospital food (WAY BETTER THAN OURS, unless you sign up for certain “services” to receive a cuisine reminiscent of what was described in this story: The Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania offers such a service, for I have seen the postings around their building).
The descriptions used and utilized within the pages of “Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer” are immaculate! Read the book: you’ll see what I mean.
I would say more about the story, yet I will not dare to stymie the sales of her book. I will, however, say…
That Ending. *nodding*
Once again, Vicki Lesage’s editing and proofing is very good: a smooth anecdotal read where if there were errors, I have not noticed them. Whoever she chose to help in the editing and proofing, KEEP THEM.
There are two small complaints however:
1. The use of French words and phrases. I DO NOT oppose the use, rather I love that about this series. The complaint comes in where there are some words and phrases that need an English Translation for a smoother read for those who do not speak French (I spoke about this in the first book).
2. Seeing the end of this chapter in the life of Mademoiselle Lesage, I can hardly wait for Book 3: reading more about her blossoming family.
I went onto Mademoiselle Lesage’s Amazon Page and made an awesome discovery! Let’s just say that there is a bit more to write about Mademoiselle Lesage’s (mis)adventures on my end.
Survey Says (and overall TRB Rating)
9 out of 10 Stars
“Confessions of a Paris Potty Trainer” is certainly worth a read. To have a full appreciation of this book, I would advise reading “Confessions of a Paris Party Girl,” despite both books can stand alone.
Prenez une révérence, Mademoiselle Lesage: bien fait (Take a curtsy, Mrs. Lesage: well done)!
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