What he learns prompts him to set off on a sudden journey to the south of France to, hopefully, make peace with his loss and his own failings. Still in mourning over a lover that left him, an encounter with a new neighbor rekindles his emotional investment in other people and prompts him to open a letter from his lost love…a letter sent twenty years ago, but never read. And yet, for the last twenty years, he has ignored his own needs. Monsieur Perdu is a self-proclaimed literary apothecary, a bookseller from Paris “prescribing” reads to his customers to fix their various ailments. “…books, the only remedy for countless, undefined afflictions of the soul.” What a fun reason and way to get a backlist TBR book read. Anyways, to celebrate we decided to read a book about books (or readers or libraries or writers) and this was the winner. It just sounded sweet and the cover is super cozy looking, but for some reason it never called out to me as my “next read.” During the last meeting for my long-distance book club, I was excited to tell my fellow members that I was officially offered a job with my local library (I am so psyched to work more with books)! And it’s part time, so I still get to teach puberty and other health classes around the state and coach CrossFit – my perfect set-up. I picked this novel up at a used bookstore a few years ago and never got around to reading it.
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