It’s been a while since I’ve read a historical fiction, and man, Last Christmas in Paris did not disappoint. As soon as I cracked it open, I thought to myself, “No way am I going to get through all of this–it’s entirely in letter format!” I typically don’t like letter format, and I thought the book would suffer from it, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The correspondence between Evie and Tom, and all of the other characters in the book painted a very realistic picture to me of love, of loss, of war. Reading the letters between Evie, Thomas and other characters in this book felt so real to me, I have trouble convincing myself that it these letters were only fiction after all. It painted such a realistic, non-sugar-coated picture of the war, of the people who were affected by it. It was emotional, it made me laugh, it gave me hope, and it reminded me that times haven’t always been so simple as they are today. Imagine if Evie and Tom had Skype to call each other on! Personally, I think it wouldn’t be nearly as romantic, but maybe it’s because I’m a person who thrives on written words.
So, as I close the book, sniffling and wiping away tears, my husband tells me I need to stop reading novels that make me cry! Haha! How wrong he is; I think I need to read more novels that make me feel so deeply.
If you’re looking for a great holiday read, I would highly suggest this one as well. Man two great reads in one weekend?! I really lucked out.