But a series of gruesome murders are taking place across the city, putting everyone on edge. And as she tours museums and palaces, Colette keeps seeing a strange vision: a pale woman in a ball gown and powdered wig, who looks suspiciously like Marie Antoinette.
Colette knows her popular, status-obsessed friends won’t believe her, so she seeks out the help of a charming French boy. Together, they uncover a shocking secret involving a dark, hidden history. When Colette realizes she herself may hold the key to the mystery, her own life is suddenly in danger . . . (Synopsis taken from Goodreads)
This was a total impulse buy. I was at Barnes & Noble, I had ten dollars and a coupon, and nothing to read at the moment. The title draw me closer, the synopsis intrigued me, the cover sold it. COME ON, THE COVER IS AWESOME. Lovely little blood splatter there.
It was until after I read this book that I learned that people didn’t really like it, and I honestly don’t know why? This wasn’t an amazing, five-star book by any means, but it was still completely enjoyable.
Our main character, Colette, is on a trip to Paris with her French class. She’s the third wheel of the rich-and-popular-but-borderline-mean group, expect, she’s not rich (anymore), and she’s not really all that mean. She’s a pretty nice person who did a few mean things. And while her two friends, Hannah and Pilar, are super over the top with their fashion, Colette seems like she’d be a trendy-and-cute-yet-not-overwhelming. Basically, judging by the way she describes her outfits, I totally want her sense of style.
And the food. The descriptions of the food made me insanely hungry. I mean, look at how this quiche is described.
[it was] an orangey golden, its surface a perfectly burnt brown, flecked with the green of spinach. The crust was crispy but butter.
I want a quiche now. Actually, I just want french food in general, because so much was mentioned. Macarons! Croissant! Strong, black coffee! Cheese!
The writing was crisp and neat, not that wordy. And every couple of chapters there would be a chapter from the POV of the person about to be murdered. These were eerie without being outwardly scary.
So, while this book wasn’t a masterpiece, it was still enjoyable and worth a read.
So, today is pumpkin patch day, and also get-stuff-for-halloween-costumes day. This is actually the first year in four years that I’ve not done trunk-or-treat, and the first year I’ve ever actually done trick-or-treating. I’M SIXTEEN. IT’S ABOUT TIME. I’m being The Winter Solider, my cousin is being Captain America. We’re actually making the costumes tomorrow. You shall be kept updated, because whenever we do stuff like this, something tends to…happen.