The Little Paris Bookshop| Nina George | Mini Review

Official Blurb

On a beautifully restored barge on the Seine, Jean Perdu runs a bookshop; or rather a ‘literary apothecary’, for this bookseller possesses a rare gift for sensing which books will soothe the troubled souls of his customers.

The only person he is unable to cure, it seems, is himself. He has nursed a broken heart ever since the night, twenty-one years ago, when the love of his life fled Paris, leaving behind a handwritten letter that he has never dared read. His memories and his love have been gathering dust – until now. The arrival of an enigmatic new neighbour in his eccentric apartment building on Rue Montagnard inspires Jean to unlock his heart, unmoor the floating bookshop and set off for Provence, in search of the past and his beloved.


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Out and About: In Nottingham

When I dropped Charlie off at University the most I saw of Nottingham was a retail park where we picked up a few last bits. I left and I hadn’t seen Nottingham at all.

We had our first opportunity to look around when we visited her during half term. Charlie, by now, knew the town centre fairly well (and naturally one or ten nightclubs) but she welcomed the opportunity to look around some of the touristy places with her family.

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2018 Round Up

I hope that you are well and are looking forward to the New Year. Each year we write one of those ‘dreadful’ round robins to our friends and family, here is an edited version.

2018 has been a pretty defining year for us with some huge changes. The major ones being Charlie (previously known as Charlotte) studying and subsequently passing her A-Levels then leaving for University and Terry’s mum, Sheila, passing away in August. She is sadly missed.

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Buy a Waterbutt #101in1001 #44

A complete cheat! But I don’t care!

One of the key reasons for wanting to move from our previous house was the lack of a garden, we had nothing at the front of the house and at the back was a small patch of grass which we barely used because it was so boggy. When we were looking for a new house, I knew I wanted three things from my garden.

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