Title: Confessions of a Paris Party Girl
Author: Vicki Lesage
Published: January 12th 2014
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 taste wine, stuff her face with croissants, and maybe fall in love.
In her first book, this long-time blogger and semi-professional drinker recounts the ups and downs of her life in Paris. Full of sass, shamefully honest admissions, and situations that seem too absurd to be true, Vicki makes you 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?
Confessions of a Paris Party Girl is a great debut from Vicki Lesage. I was a bit hesitant to read someone’s memoir (biographies aren’t exactly my favorite thing in the world) but I was blown away by how much I loved this. It’s a quick, fast paced wild ride detailing the first six years Vicki lived in Paris. She spares no details, talking about bar binges and what to do (and not do) while out for the night. She’s a wonderful story teller, and it feels more like catching up with a girlfriend rather than reading someone’s memoirs. I was laughing out loud at some of her exploits, and all the while I was rooting for her to find her feet, her head and her bearings.
There are ups and downs in this story, and Vicki takes them in stride, constantly trying to make the best of her situation. Even when French officials seem to be giving her the run around. I can’t stress how much I enjoyed this book. It filled a bit of wanderlust, and opened my eyes to some things that I didn’t know. I highly recommend it.
I was sent a copy of this book for review. I am not compensated for my review. All thoughts are my own.