I woke up a few hours before my boyfriend, brewed coffee, made some eggs, and nestled into the couch. The spot on the couch I like the most allows just enough light from the kitchen to peak in, not fully being able to brighten the room due to the hallway wall, completely the prefect amount of light to not let me full wake up. Secretly this is my favorite part of the week, I love having the feeling of being completely alone but also knowing that Ryan is not too far away. It's comforting and freeing all at the same time.
The book I'm currently swallowed up by is "The Sweet Life in Paris" by David Lebovitz.
This book on the outside promises to tell a story about David who struggles to find a good job at a restaurant in Northern California, he wants to shadow some of the chefs he's come to admire. After a tragic loss of his partner, he quits everything and packs up to move to the city of lights, measuring cups in tow. I am only 3 chapters in but I am hazy with the romance of this book. Not romance between two people, but between a man and his hunger for culture. Each sentence is dripping with intoxicating descriptions from the way his lazy French painter takes his sweet time finishing his living room, his desire to find the perfect baguette, and the major difference between Americans and Parisians...Americans want everything when they want it instead of taking our time through life enjoying all of the little pieces that surprise you.
This book is lovely. If you want a little Paris you can have on your couch, I highly recommend it!
No comments:
Post a Comment