It's just that my reading journey was nowhere near as romantic as Swift's creative one!
Last winter I added Le Road Trip to my soccer bag, so that I could use my time on the sidelines (when I wasn't jumping up and down barracking for the boys that is) dreaming of Paris.
The trouble was, at the end of the soccer season, I left it in my soccer bag. Forgotten, like last season's shin pads!
Imagine my delight, during half time at the first game of the season, when I opened my bag & discovered something white & glossy peeping out between the scarf, gloves & garden cushion!
It felt like unearthing hidden treasure or finding an old friend.
Le Road Trip was a book I savoured one lovely page at a time, over two seasons of soccer.
I enjoyed the road trip/relationship comparison.
I loved the cheeses, the windows and the cats.
Swift's drawings and paintings were a gorgeous way to record a holiday. I felt envious of her ability & wished that my travel journal could be more than just words, tickets stubs and postcards.
Sometimes Vivian's voice & attitude was a little, well, annoying, but this is just a slight grumble about an otherwise glorious book full of inspiration & tantalising details.
Thanks to this book (& Paris in July) my TBV (To Be Visited) list for France is starting to look more like a telephone directory!