This book is just a series of short anecdotes about Paris, but it does give a good feel for how Eloisa James’s time in Paris went. There were things that could have been explained more. How did her husband and children feel about all of this? Was there any hesitancy before deciding to move? How did they afford this? But still, there are charming vignettes about not just the beauty of Paris, but what it is like to actually live there.

My first reaction on starting Paris in Love was one of disappointment. I hadn't realized it was a series of twitter/Facebook style posts with occasional longer essays. I could only read it in snatches - otherwise I would start skimming. The short posts were like sound bites, lacking depth and sense of place.

Once I adjusted to this style I was able to enjoy it a little more, viewing the segments as snapshots in time, but I still found it a bit lacking. I did finish it but I don't know if I would recommend it.

An entertaining, year-old exploration of Paris... from museums to chocolate to lingerie.

Rubbish. She blathered on about nothing. Listened for ten minutes. Horrible.

What a lovely, fun book to read. The author spends a year in Paris with her family. You savor all the experiences of wonderful food, art and French conventions right along with her. Her descriptions of her kids and their lives in Paris is very cute. Well done.

Loved it. Little fascinating snippets. She writes well, and I enjoyed the way she described her family.

Great book.

Humourous, short anecdotes keep the reader engaged, but definitely wishing for more. This would be a dream come true ; spending a year in the "City of Light". Consuming the best croissants ever, sipping a cafe creme on the Rue de Rivoli. Ahh, Paris-Je t'aime.

A quick and enjoyable read, this one reminded me a little bit of Bridget Jones's Diary. Most of the chapters are short journal entries of her thoughts about Paris, her family, and other random things. It's a good one if you are looking for something easy to read. However, I'm only giving this one three stars because her entries were often too short, I would have enjoyed more details.

Though this is called a memoir, it isn't so much a straightforward narrative as it is delightful snapshots. I lingered over the descriptions of Paris, laughed at the antics of her children, and savoured the accounts of French bistros and cafes. This is a book I want to have a copy of for frequent rereading.