The Paris Bookshop for the Broken-hearted was fine—an easy, enjoyable read, but not one that will stick with me. It was nice to have a main character my age, which isn’t something I come across as often as I’d like, and the setting was charming. Who doesn’t love the idea of starting over in a Parisian bookshop? 

 

That said, the dialogue—specifically the Gen Z slang from the main character’s daughter—felt a bit over the top. Seeing words like “mid,” “rizz,” and “cheugy” sprinkled throughout just pulled me out of the story. (What even is cheugy, anyway?) It felt like the author was trying a little too hard to capture a specific kind of modern teenager, but it didn’t quite land. 

 

Overall, it was a perfectly pleasant read—cozy, light, and entertaining in the moment. But it didn’t have the depth or emotional weight to make a lasting impression. I don’t regret reading it, but I doubt I’ll remember much about it down the line.