They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I don’t. I normally don’t. However, just recently, I found a picture of the Pont Alexandre III on the cover of a book called The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George.
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia
The Pont Alexandre III. Paris. Bookshop. At that time, they sounded good together, like eating strawberry gelato while taking a walk in the park on a fine summer day… So I allowed myself to judge the book by its cover and its title.
I’m glad to say that it didn’t end up a disappointment. It’s a slow read for a reader like me who likes to write down good lines. Every paragraph seemed to offer advice upon advice on life, in general. Take these, for example:
“It’s amazing how unimpressed people are by being loved when it doesn’t fit in with their plans. Love irks them so much that they change the locks or leave without warning.”
“If someone left you, you had to answer with silence. You weren’t allowed to give the person leaving anything else; you had to shut yourself off, just as the other person had closed their mind to your future together.”
“But I wanted to do what love thought right, and doesn’t it say do what is good for the other person?”
But wait. Isn’t it called The Little Paris Bookshop? Bookshop. That’s right. So why is it talking about love?
Let me tell you, dear reader, that there’s just so much love to find in a bookshop. Brokenhearted? Head to the bookstore. Disappointed? Head to the bookstore. Elated? Head to the bookstore. The only thing is, most of the bookstores from where I live are manned by people who just want to get by on something. They aren’t manned by someone like Monsieur Jean Perdu, the main character of The Little Paris Bookshop. To sum him up in one word, as described by his mother (Was it his mother? I can’t recall.), he is a TRANSPERCEIVER. Now what on earth is a transperceiver? Is there such a word?
Say you’re in the bookstore and you can’t decide what book to buy. The salesman/owner takes one good look at you, comes up to you, and offers you just the book you didn’t know you need. That’s Monsieur Perdu to you. That’s a transperceiver – a person who knows just what your heart is bursting to feel. Now wouldn’t that be nice? Doesn’t that make you want to know someone like him? Wouldn’t that save much of your time?
There is one drawback to it, however. I’ll let you and your emotions find that out for yourself.
See the lamp post from the bridge?