I simply adore this book cover. So much so I had to find out what it was about. Cover eyes and ears for the next section if you don't want to know.
"Through delightful drawings, photographs, and musings, twenty-three-year-old Lucy Knisley documents a six-week trip she and her mother took to Paris when each was facing a milestone birthday. With a quirky flat in the fifth arrondissement as their home base, they set out to explore all the city has to offer, watching fireworks over the Eiffel Tower on New Year's Eve, visiting Oscar Wilde's grave, loafing at cafés, and, of course, drinking delicious French milk. What results is not only a sweet and savoury journey through the City of Light but a moving, personal look at a mother-daughter relationship."
Take me to a grassy knoll, sit me under a breezy palm tree, and hand me this book on a platter. It's the sweetest thing. Sometimes we don't always need to know, what we need to know. Sometimes all we need is an inventory of consumption and wit-filled anecdotes to get us through.
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