Title: Anna and the French Kiss
Author: Stephanie Perkins
Date Published: December 2, 2010
Number of Pages: 372
Genre: YA Contemporary, YA Romance, Realistic Fiction, Chick Lit
Can Anna find love in the City of Light?
Anna is happy in Atlanta. She has a loyal best friend and a crush on her coworker at the movie theater, who is just starting to return her affection. So she’s less than thrilled when her father decides to send her to a boarding school in Paris for her senior year.
But despite not speaking a word of French, Anna meets some cool new people, including the handsome Étienne St. Clair, who quickly becomes her best friend. Unfortunately, he’s taken —and Anna might be, too. Will a year of romantic near misses end with the French kiss she’s waiting for?
After reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown and You by Caroline Kepnes, I thought that my next read should be something light and happy. I saw Anna and the French Kiss on my shelf and remembered that it’s one of my recent purchases before the lockdown was enforced in my country, so I started reading it and surely, it was a fast read.
To be honest, my go-to reads are YA contemporary romance books because they are usually fast-paced and light, and this book just gave a mix of that bubbly and teary feeling that I usually get when reading these kinds of books.
Anna’s dad is a famous author of soppy romance books and some of his books are being turned into movies. He then decides to send Anna in the School of America in Paris (SOAP) and she is not happy about it. She never wanted to leave her best friend and her not-so-boyfriend back home.
She spent most of her first few days crying herself to sleep because she misses her mom, her brother, and her friends back home, but when she meets Etienne St Clair, everything starts to brighten up. She soon finds herself falling in love with Paris, and her friendship with St Clair was really cute. I got teary-eyed whenever her heart breaks and smile like an idiot whenever she’s happy.
What I enjoyed about this book is how I felt like I was in Paris myself. I was reminded of those years when I was addicted to Paris, reading about it in the internet, cutting magazine-photos of the Eiffel Tower, and even buying Eiffel Tower figurines. I reignited my desire to visit the City of Love.