Anna was looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. So she’s less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris—until she meets Étienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, beautiful, Étienne has it all . . . including a serious girlfriend.
But in the City of Light, wishes have a way of coming true. Will a year of romantic near-misses end with their long-awaited French kiss? Stephanie Perkins keeps the romantic tension crackling and the attraction high in a debut guaranteed to make toes tingle and hearts melt.
Sweet. That’s how I’d describe Anna and the French Kiss. This book was sweet, idealistic but unfortunately a little squeaky clean for me.
I love Anna and St. Clair, and their story was adorable. But I felt like, the whole time, I was waiting for things to heat up. There was such a fantastic potential for building sexual chemistry and intense frustration, but, I think, the most physical they got, until the very end, was the touching of legs in the cinema… I know not everybody likes sexual frustration in a book, but I do, and for me, this was a gaping hole in Anna and Étienne’s story.
We’re both aware that he knows everything about Parisian life, whereas I have he savvy of a chocolate croissant.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a very cute book. I did really enjoy it. As a Brit myself, I loved Étienne’s ‘Britisms’ and Anna’s reactions. Yes, I say trousers, pants and shite! I don’t find them remotely amusing, so I find it totally amusing that an American thinks that’s funny! It had me LOL’ing on many occaisions and was a great light hearted read.
The surrounding characters played a huge part. Meredith was fab and I enjoyed the typical high school dynamics… the stereotypes; the snobby popular girl, the douche bag jock, etc. I love a good frienship group within a story… great one liners, canteen dramatics, witty interactions and the mandatory all-knowing sense-talking mutual friends. The dynamics of Anna’s SOAP friendship group is no exception.
The grapes are smaller than I’m used to, and the skin is slightly textured. Is that dirt? I dip my napkin in water and dab at the tiny purple globes. It helps, but they’re still sort of rough. Hmm. St. Clair and Meredith stop talking. I glance up to find them staring at me in matching bemusement.
“Nothing,” he says. “Continue your grape bath.”
St. Clair and Anna’s relationship was totally charming. I loved seeing their connection develop and their ‘friendship’ form. How could she not fall for St. Clair? He was soooo adorable, taking her to romantic places, making her feel welcome… agh, love him and all his posh English gentleman-ness!
POINT ZÉRO DEC ROUTES DE FRANCE
“Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to ‘Point zero of the roads of France.’ In other words, it’s the point from which all other distances in France are measured. It’s the beginning of everything. Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”
So, in conclusion, this was a lovely story. A very ‘vanilla’, innocent, love story. For mepersonally, there wasn’t enough steam, where I think there was super-steam-potential!! Stolen touches, whispered secrets, subtle flirting… this story lent itself to all of that. But if that doesn’t bother you, Anna and the French Kiss is totally adorable and hilariously funny.
“If you ask me to kiss you, I will,” he says.
His fingers stroke the inside of my wrists, and I burst into flames.
“Kiss me,” I say.