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Anna and the French Kiss

Anna and the French Kiss
By Stephanie Perkins
Dutton, 2010
Audience: All Teens

From Goodreads:
Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris - until she meets Etienne St. Clair: perfect, Parisian (and English and American, which makes for a swoon-worthy accent), and utterly irresistible. The only problem is that he's taken, and Anna might be, too, if anything comes of her almost-relationship back home. As winter melts into spring, will a year of romantic near - misses end with the French kiss Anna - and readers - have long awaited?

What can I say that hasn't already been said?
What a wonderful, swoon-worthy book. Amazing. Five stars. 

I loved how it was INTERNATIONAL. I loved her reaction when Anna saw Americans at a bowling alley when she was home for a visit. I love how St. Clair was three nationalities in one. I love that Stephanie Perkins stayed in a foreign country for a month and wished it lasted longer, and SO DID I. I love that she was a bookseller, then a librarian -- because SO WAS I. Does this mean that I will one day become a novelist? I have always wanted to dye part of my hair an unnatural color.... 

Back to the review.

I liked Anna. I'm glad that she was a lot like me. She liked movies and organization and cleanliness. She avoided going out and was afraid of Paris at first. I liked St. Clair. They really did belong together. I liked how they kept calling each other their best friends. I do not like Toph. Yuck. I saw that whole disaster coming. I'm surprised Anna didn't. I'm glad that everything wasn't super-easy and perfect for St. Clair and Anna, because then the book would be boring, and girls like Anna and I don't usually get the super-hot guy. The fact that they built up a relationship made it so much more interesting and believable.

You know, the way the whole St. Clair and Anna thing went... I'm about to give a very BIG compliment here... It reminded me of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. WHOA! I know, right. The obstacles were different, but they were there. The misunderstandings were different, but they were there. I rooted for both couples equally. So I suppose that I am calling Stephanie Perkins a modern-day Jane Austen. I don't think she was even trying for that, necessarily -- which makes it all the more wonderful. 

I'm off to read about Lola.

This is from an unnumbered page in the "acknowledgments" section:
"Finally, thank you to Jarrod Perkins. Who will always be my first reader. Who pulls me out of bed, pours coffee and tea down my throat, and pushes me into my office. Who cooks dinner, carries it to my desk, and carts away the dirty dishes. Who never doubted I would succeed. Who wipes away my tears, laughs at the funny bits, and seriously considers my most frequently asked question: "Is the boy hot enough?" I am deeply in love with you. Thank you for being you, because you are my favorite."

Um, can you say, AWWWWWWW?!? Yeah. How sweet!