A review by francescamw
The Light of Paris by Eleanor Brown

2.0

I just finished chapter fourteen where Madeleine wonders why her grandmother left Paris for a conservative life. And I've known for two or three chapters what happens. But I suppose she is just way to wrapped up in herself and too busy whining about how she was never perfect like the other girls (join the club Maddie) to put a little bit of thought into it. Both narrators are insufferable. This book could hav been a delightful novella if it weren't stuffed full of repetitive descriptions about feelings of inadequacy and suffering at the hands of rich husbands and indulgent parents. The only light on this book so far is the realization that Madeleine has about her high school friends; that they too have been pushing aside dreams and feelings of inadequacy to function in their society. I too am suffering as I listen to this book but I will finish if only to see if my hunch about Margie is true.