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September 19, 2015

"A book for book lovers" ~ The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George

“There are books that are suitable for a million people, others for only a hundred. There are even remedies—I mean books—that were written for one person only…A book is both medic and medicine at once. It makes a diagnosis as well as offering therapy. Putting the right novels to the appropriate ailments: that’s how I sell books.”

Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. Using his intuitive feel for the exact book a reader needs, Perdu mends broken hearts and souls. The only person he can't seem to heal through literature is himself; he's still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened.

After Perdu is finally tempted to read the letter, he hauls anchor and departs on a mission to the south of France, hoping to make peace with his loss and discover the end of the story. Joined by a bestselling but blocked author and a lovelorn Italian chef, Perdu travels along the country’s rivers, dispensing his wisdom and his books, showing that the literary world can take the human soul on a journey to heal itself.

Internationally bestselling and filled with warmth and adventure, The Little Paris Bookshop is a love letter to books, meant for anyone who believes in the power of stories to shape people's lives.

For anyone with a love for words! ~ Farrah

Lovely work - worth reading again ~ Gillian Green

Funny, moving, uplifting ~ Cloggie Downunder

The Beginning....

How on earth could I have let them talk me into it?

The two generals of number 27 Rue Montagnard - Madame Bernard,
the owner, and Madame Roalette, the conceirge - had caught Monsiery in a pincer movement between their ground-floor flats.

"That Le P. has treated his wife shamelesly."

"Scandalously, Like a month treats a wedding veil."

"You can hardly blame some people when you look at their wives. Didges in Chanel. But men? Monsters, all of them."

"Ladies I don't quite know what..."

"Not your of course, Monsieur Perdu. You are cashmere compared with the normal yarn from which men are spun."

"Anyway, we're getting a new tenant. On the fourth floor. Yours, Monsieur."

"But Madame has nothing left. Absolutely nothing, only shattered illusion. She needs just about everything."

"And that's where you come in, Monsier. Give whatever you can. All donations welcome."

"Of course. Maybe a good book..."

"Actually, we were thinking of something more practical. A table, perhaps. You know, Madame has -"

"Nothing. I got that."

The bookseller could not imagine what might be more practical than a book, but he promised to give the new tenant a table. He still had one.

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