“Monsieur Perdu calls himself a literary apothecary. From his floating bookstore in a barge on the Seine, he prescribes novels for the hardships of life. The only person he can't seem to heal through literature is himself; he's still haunted by heartbreak after his great love disappeared. She left him with only a letter, which he has never opened.”
I found this book during one of my many late night Barnes and Noble night trips. I’m absolutely obsessed with everything having to do with Paris and Parisian life.
When Monsieur Perdu opens the letter, he immediately embarks on a journey in which will change not only his, but everyone he meets on his journey. Through several countries, villages, and characters picked up along the way-you learn the different type of love. The meaning of life being fulfilled and the questions you’ve always wondered finally being answered.
It’s a lovely book which made me emotional over lost love. It truly goes through the entire process of falling in love, the grieving process, and finding new love. The only thing I disagree with during this book is that this love was on the basis of adultery. I wish there was a prequel or sequel. At the end you just want to have a little more time with the characters, but are 100% satisfied with the ending.