My French Life
I received My French Life as a birthday present from Sonika’s mom when I was in New England over Labor Day, and what a gift it is. How I love this book, and needed it without even realizing it. It was perfect to curl up with on a fall night and sink into the gorgeous photographs by Carla Coulson.
As for the text by Archer, it was not quite what I expected, as the author was a bit too much a part of the story. Rather than allowing the reader to see France through her eyes, Archer spends a lot of time telling rather than showing, which becomes a bit distracting. I get the feeling she wanted to do something a bit Under the Tuscan Sun, but without the length, and instead it comes across as a bit Carrie Bradshaw without the charm.
The photographs are the true star of this book, and so, so worth it. I’ll use this book for a coffee table book for years in the future, and reach for it whenever I need to be reminded of the beauty of France- and maybe with the help of Carla Coulson, I’ll persuade my husband that it’s worth the trip.
Many, many thanks to Sonika’s dear mama for this book.