Not every door should be opened . . .
With stunning locations and page-turning tension, The Paris Secret is an intense and gripping tale from bestselling author Karen Swan.
Somewhere along the cobbled streets of Paris, an apartment lies thick with dust and secrets: full of priceless artworks hidden away for decades.
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I didn’t care for this one. I thought it was going to be an interesting historical fiction story about art and WWII but the romance portion of the plot and constant reach for trendy, relevant appeal to modern culture, particularly fashion culture overshadowed the depth that I thought the storyline was going to have.
I didn’t finish reading it. I only made it a fifth of the way through and skimmed over the rest. I lost major interest after reading the line “Natascha was sitting astride the ostrich, her long bare legs wrapped around the bird’s neck as though she was Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball.” It was difficult for me to take the majority of this book seriously. This was especially when I expected the more proper and serious parts to be treated with care and in fine, good taste, or at least educational, something, anything but this. The style of writing was choppy and slow. Descriptions were often trite. Character development was all over the place. It wasn’t my cup of tea which was a bummer because I thought the premise could have really taken off and was set up really well in the beginning, but unfortunately my interest wasn’t consistently maintained throughout the remainder of the book.
I would like to try reading another book from Karen Swan. I think I would also probably enjoy writings from her that are dedicated to her passion for clothing and accessories and her perception and experiences within the realm of fashion and art in the non-fiction form. I think she would have a lot to offer from that aspect because of her colorful descriptions of so many brands and nuances in the fashion industry which I found really interesting.