My Review: I gave the book a generous 4.1 stars because it's one of those books that, while reading, goes wildly up and down the star scale but in the end, cover closed, glasses chewed upon, assumes a different shape than the one that the reading process creates. The end, happily ever after but sadder and wiser. So, in the end, the Philistine husband and the poor-but-smart dude part ways but the store must go on, and the book's narrator is revealed, though I have to say it's not a huge surprise, though I think it's intended that way. What this book is *not* is any species of thriller or mystery it's a French novel.
Hijinks ensue, which are frankly completely incredible (in its literal sense), but are lots of fun. So the rich lady does what rich people do best and unbelts with a big pile of gelt for the poor-but-smart dude to start this bookstore that will sell only novels, and only the best, the finest, the most ut of the lit'ry output of the planet, chosen by eight of the best (French) writers now writing. Show More two people, a rich, smart woman and a poor, smart man, who sorta kinda fall in love in a way and yet they don't because she's married to a major Philistine a-hole and he's in love, for some unfathomable reason, with this dreary little chickie half his age who seems drippy, useless, and uninteresting to *me* and, I suspect, to the rich lady too.
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