Alrighty. So after reading An Abundance of Katherines, I was supposed to be productive. I was going to do my maths homework and actually get it done for a change. But after having no idea how to do it, I gave up and picked up Anna and the French Kiss because I was going to read it next, and I figured, why not start reading it now?
I didn't realise that four hours later, I would close the book, finished, with all these feelings I weren't exactly sure what I could do with. I was a mess.
I then promptly downloaded the companion book, Lola and the Boy Next Door, and I finished it yesterday. I didn't like it as much as AATFK if I'm being completely honest, but still. It was pretty bloody amazing.
So basically Stephanie Perkins, the author of these two lovely books have butchered my expectations of men because I will only accept those named Étienne St. Clair and even if I'm left handed, well. IT MEANS NOTHING. Especially because he's fictional. Sigh.
Should I leave you with a quote before I hit the read more? Yeah, I will.
HOLY FRUITLOOPAMAZEBALLS.
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING BOOKS I HAVE EVER READ. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO CRY IN ABSOLUTE RELIEF WHEN IT WAS FINISHED BECAUSE ANNA AND ÉTIENNE FINALLY REALISED THEY WERE BOTH IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, SILLY PEOPLE. AND THEN I REALISED THAT THERE WERE NO. MORE. PAGES.
Turning off the capslock now and backtracking, but oh god. I don't think you understand how much this book has made an impact on me. For starters, the main girl is left handed. And even if she's at this boarding school in Paris with all these rich people, she's still ridiculously relatable. And she has a friend named Bridgette (this is rather irrelevant, but some people will get what I'm on about here).
Her love interest is a boy whose father is French, resulting in him having a French name (Étienne St. Clair), raised in London (therefore having an English accent) and his mother from San Francisco (therefore making him American), he is basically walking perfection, even if he's short. And although he's introduced with hair like a musician's, Anna learns he's a history nerd.
A HISTORY NERD.
Now I know most people think 'ew history' but I learnt a hell of a lot from St. Clair in this novel and it was bloody interesting so don't 'ew history' me. K.
I think the most amazing thing about this book was that each and every character was flawed. I may say that Étienne St. Clair is the most perfect being to ever grace this planet, but he actually isn't. If I had met him in real life, I would've acknowledged he was hot, but he'd be too short. But like Anna, you get to know Étienne as a person, and you realise he's flawed BUT YOU LOVE HIM ANYWAY BECAUSE LIKE ANNA, YOU REALISE YOU LOVE HIM DESPITE HIS FLAWS. This is my definition of love so basically I really am deeply in love with Étienne St. Clair.
And just all the quotes in this book just make me sob.
Obviously, I still haven't recovered from this perfection, so I would like to tell you guys: GO READ THIS BOOK. Man, woman, teenagers, EVERYONE OVER THE AGE OF 14. (Or if you're mentally mature enough.) You will understand my flailing. Also, listen to the playlist. It's got French songs, English songs, an Icelandic song which is beautiful, and JUST EVERYTHING.
And LATBND. Well. Lola and Cricket were adorable, but I can't help but admit I almost died when St. Clair showed up. Like my heart skipped a bit and I died. But she called him cocky and I wasn't okay with that. But then I forget it's not in Anna's perspective so she doesn't love him as much but STILL. EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE HIM.
And this is why I should go, bye. xD
I didn't realise that four hours later, I would close the book, finished, with all these feelings I weren't exactly sure what I could do with. I was a mess.
I then promptly downloaded the companion book, Lola and the Boy Next Door, and I finished it yesterday. I didn't like it as much as AATFK if I'm being completely honest, but still. It was pretty bloody amazing.
So basically Stephanie Perkins, the author of these two lovely books have butchered my expectations of men because I will only accept those named Étienne St. Clair and even if I'm left handed, well. IT MEANS NOTHING. Especially because he's fictional. Sigh.
Should I leave you with a quote before I hit the read more? Yeah, I will.
"French name, English accent, American School. Anna confused."Spoilers under the read more. And a lot of shrill mental fangirling. YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED.
HOLY FRUITLOOPAMAZEBALLS.
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING BOOKS I HAVE EVER READ. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO CRY IN ABSOLUTE RELIEF WHEN IT WAS FINISHED BECAUSE ANNA AND ÉTIENNE FINALLY REALISED THEY WERE BOTH IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, SILLY PEOPLE. AND THEN I REALISED THAT THERE WERE NO. MORE. PAGES.
Turning off the capslock now and backtracking, but oh god. I don't think you understand how much this book has made an impact on me. For starters, the main girl is left handed. And even if she's at this boarding school in Paris with all these rich people, she's still ridiculously relatable. And she has a friend named Bridgette (this is rather irrelevant, but some people will get what I'm on about here).
Her love interest is a boy whose father is French, resulting in him having a French name (Étienne St. Clair), raised in London (therefore having an English accent) and his mother from San Francisco (therefore making him American), he is basically walking perfection, even if he's short. And although he's introduced with hair like a musician's, Anna learns he's a history nerd.
A HISTORY NERD.
Now I know most people think 'ew history' but I learnt a hell of a lot from St. Clair in this novel and it was bloody interesting so don't 'ew history' me. K.
I think the most amazing thing about this book was that each and every character was flawed. I may say that Étienne St. Clair is the most perfect being to ever grace this planet, but he actually isn't. If I had met him in real life, I would've acknowledged he was hot, but he'd be too short. But like Anna, you get to know Étienne as a person, and you realise he's flawed BUT YOU LOVE HIM ANYWAY BECAUSE LIKE ANNA, YOU REALISE YOU LOVE HIM DESPITE HIS FLAWS. This is my definition of love so basically I really am deeply in love with Étienne St. Clair.
And just all the quotes in this book just make me sob.
Obviously, I still haven't recovered from this perfection, so I would like to tell you guys: GO READ THIS BOOK. Man, woman, teenagers, EVERYONE OVER THE AGE OF 14. (Or if you're mentally mature enough.) You will understand my flailing. Also, listen to the playlist. It's got French songs, English songs, an Icelandic song which is beautiful, and JUST EVERYTHING.
And LATBND. Well. Lola and Cricket were adorable, but I can't help but admit I almost died when St. Clair showed up. Like my heart skipped a bit and I died. But she called him cocky and I wasn't okay with that. But then I forget it's not in Anna's perspective so she doesn't love him as much but STILL. EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE HIM.
And this is why I should go, bye. xD
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