I was drawn to this book the moment I saw it took place in Paris. I love reading anything set in Paris. Unfortunately for this book, there were some drawbacks that took some enjoyment out of reading this book.
If the main character is irritating from the beginning of the book, you know it’s going to be a rough read. Clara was this judgmental, sort of popular high school girl, who has developed an eating disorder (Orthorexia) thanks to in part to her mom. What irritated me was her about her was her attitude towards her dad. Her parents divorced when she was younger and he moved to Paris, France, and remarried. For whatever reason that is not explained to my satisfaction, while he tries to keep in touch with Clara, and get to know his daughter, she does not reciprocate the gestures. She continually makes the comment in the book about not knowing her father and he doesn’t know her, and all I could think of while reading was “well whose fault is that?” She doesn’t seem to take responsibility for what she has done and puts it off on others.
What redeemed her was her growing relationship with her half-brother, Alastair, who (as the title suggests) is on the Autism spectrum. Alastair was my favorite character of this book and what kept me reading until the end. I don’t have personal experience with autism, so I can’t say whether this book is accurate in that regard, but I have read a few reviews that suggest that it is.
Alastair teaches Clara to enjoy the beauty of loving without judging, something she desperately needed to learn.
Overall, this was a cute book, but I wasn’t too enthralled with the characters (except for Alastair—he’s my little cupcake).
My Rating: 3/5 stars
*I received an copy of this book from the publisher via Netgally in exchange for an honest review