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A review by brandidean
The Girl Who Reads on the Métro by Christine Féret-Fleury
2.0
Not sure if this is just very culturally French or what. But it was just kind of nonsensical. Did it explain ever how these people who quit their jobs to give away books to strangers (not sell them, follow strangers around and try to figure out what books they should give them out of the blue) paid for food? And this poor little girl! Her dad just leaves her with a virtual stranger and doesn’t bother to tell the stranger that it’s because he’s having heart surgery … and then he dies having made more arrangements for the child or any clues of how to contact her mother.
It’s all very weird. You’d think that it must have been written by a reader, but … one character has a book of insects that he carries with him everywhere and just looks at over and over and one apparently does the same with a cookbook. That’s not reader behavior, is it?
Also, for being set in Paris, it never feels like it. The only reason you even know is by the street and neighborhood names.
It’s all very weird. You’d think that it must have been written by a reader, but … one character has a book of insects that he carries with him everywhere and just looks at over and over and one apparently does the same with a cookbook. That’s not reader behavior, is it?
Also, for being set in Paris, it never feels like it. The only reason you even know is by the street and neighborhood names.