Sunday, March 18, 2012
Anna and the French Kiss (review)
Anna and the French Kiss is not a bad book. Loads of people like it and there plenty of people that I can recommend it to. But I'm just too jaded (or something) for a book this sugary. Loving a romance book is a very rare thing thing for me.
This book felt too repetitive and a little contrived. It's exactly like a romantic comedy, only in book form. It cycled through Anna liking St. Clair, her having the epiphany that he likes her, he really likes her, then awkward passive aggressiveness, rinse and repeat. It happened at least three, maybe four times.
I couldn't deal with the repetitiveness. She'd already realized St. Clair liked her, like a grand epiphany, then she keeps realizing it again and again. How many times can she be surprised to learn that?
But Anna is relatable. When she talks about old movies I could've been best friends with her in high school. The book mentions one of my favorite movies, It Happened One Night. But Anna cries way too much, whined about her parents (who weren't that bad) and complained about being sent to Paris. PARIS!!!! I would've given ANYTHING for that experience in high school. Heck send me now!
St. Clair was charming, short (a plus as a fellow shortie), British and intelligent. I loved his passion for history. But his indecisiveness drove me crazy. There's only so much I can forgive for the sake of a British accent before wanting to yell at him. I liked him well enough, but I think I'll like him more when he quits letting his father emasculate him all the time.
But I will admit that this book is sweet, the characters are likable and The School of America, Paris is an excellent backdrop for a YA novel. For me it's a tolerable romance, which means for others it will be excellent. For those romantically inclined, this book is great. For a tomboy like me? Probably not.