I'm not a great fan of books written by expats living in France. Too often they seem to be collections of anecdotes about how funny and frustrating the French are. I once counted about fifteen of these books on the bookstand of a cross channel ferry. So it was with a little scepticism that I opened Micheal Wright's book about his attempt to find adventure in France. My father had recommend and sent it to me so I felt slightly obliged to give it ago. At first I sneered at his references to his plane, another rich expat I thought. But I persevered and have to admit I am actually enjoying it. The book is actually quite amusing and not as disparaging of the French as these books usually are. I haven't finished yet but so far so good.
Crying with laughter last night as I read about him transporting sexed up ship in his espace.
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