A beautiful Parisian bookshop hides a heartbreaking secret that will tear one family apart forever …
The last time Valerie was in Paris, she was three years old, running from the Nazis, away from the only home she had ever known.
Now as a young woman all alone in the world, Valerie must return to Paris, to the bookshop and her sole surviving relative, her grandfather Vincent, the only person who knows the truth about what happened to her parents. As she gets to know grumpy, taciturn Vincent again, she hears a tragic story of Nazi-occupied Paris, a doomed love affair and a mother willing to sacrifice everything for her beloved daughter.
Can Valerie and Vincent help each other to mend the wounds of the past? Valerie isn’t after a fairytale ending, she only wants the truth. But what is the one devastating secret that Vincent is determined to keep from his granddaughter?
Would you just look at that cover? Isn’t it a beauty? As someone who spends half her life in France and the other half dreaming of going back this cover ticked all my boxes. I read this at the end of the summer after a delightful week in Paris so you can probably guess I was either going to love or hate it…
Guess what? I loved it!
Two women meet on a train – one young and one old. Annie, isn’t really interested in the old lady, Valerie. She has too much on her mind. But, over the course of their journey she’s dragged deep as Valerie’s story unfolds. A story that takes her back to Paris, but an occupied Paris during WWII.
This is a charming book, beautifully written and executed. It’s part set in a bookshop, which has an added piquancy as does the extremely well-rounded character, Vincent.
An easy ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️