After a succession of very good but quite depressing novels, I was looking for a light and enjoyable read, a book in which I plunge with delight and I refermerais smile. Crowned a Readers' Prize, "The smile of women" seemed perfectly fill my specifications. And at first, I loved unconditionally for a multitude of reasons. First, the fluid style, not too precious or too familiar, the opposite of what I call "writing Cosmo" - a bunch of clichés about femininity and relationships between the sexes, with a false connivance assenés that is unbearable. Here, no such thing. The author does not take her reader for guinea fowl, and peppering his narrative carefully chosen cultural references. First good point for him. Then he can use the romantic atmosphere if a little depressing in Paris in November to stage a heroine who inspired sympathy immediately: she has just lost her father, her boyfriend the plate like a perfect cad, her best friend fan of the hard sympathetic shakes unnecessarily ... How not to love a girl who flashes a red coat and collecting thoughts in the form of small papers pinned to the walls of his room? Finally, paint the publishing community, full of humor and tenderness, reminded me of how lucky I was to work in this sector.
So I was ready to make a rave review of this novel, and then ... my enthusiasm waned somewhat in the way, as and as the plot becomes predictable down to the smallest details and the promising Aurelie included so increasingly foolish. I regretted that the culinary vein is not exploited more despite the presence of some recipes at the end of the book, and the imbroglio occult lovers all other attractive perks that could flesh out the story. Still, I finished my reading very quickly, and it was nice overall, but I confess I expected better from.
