(This book was gifted to me)
I have never wanted to like a book so much in my whole life.
The description seemed perfect. A memoir of a singer who spends a year in Paris, training to teach yoga in an attempt to overcome bulimia. A detox, almost. Having suffered with similar issues in my own past (and also living in France for a year), it was something I was ready to dig into and relate to.
However, sadly, I found the book difficult to get into. I often found myself reading but know actually knowing what was happening. It’s very descriptive, but almost two descriptives that you forget what the original point was. It jumps from the past to the present constantly and it’s hard to follow.
After almost 200 pages, I decided to put this book down.
The book is beautifully written, I can respect that. It’s like a dark, beautiful poem in parts. Unfortunately, that is not the style of writing I respond to.
There are plenty of positive reviews on the IndieGoGo page if you wish to get a more balanced few as I am sure there are plenty of people out there that would love this book, it’s just not to my personal taste.