About this time of year, we book lovers keep our eyes peeled for potential books for summer reading. Maybe it’s the extended daylight hours. Maybe it’s just the feel of summer in general. Either way, choosing good books for our summer leisure is a tradition we keep.
If you’re looking for a book that will at times make you laugh out loud as well as inform you about what it was like to grow up in France in the aftermath of World War II, I Used to Be French: an Immature Autobiography is well worth your time. Jacques Delacroix penned an unflinching account of his very interesting life, holding very little back. Continue reading “‘I used to be French’: Irreverent and a perfect summer read”