Lucy Knisley’s French Milk is an illustrated travel journal that chronicles her trip to Paris with her mother and her inevitable journey towards adulthood.
Leafing through its pages is like eavesdropping on a conversation or taking a peek at somebody’s diary. Knisley’s experiences are immortalized in sketches, photographs, and scribbles that make her readers feel as if they’re experiencing these moments with her.
She walks along the streets of Paris and buys chocolates and a baguette for lunch. She complains about homesickness. She contemplates about her future. She eats a lot of pastries and drinks a lot of milk.
This is a book that illustrates the sweetness of immaturity as a twenty-two-year-old Knisley clings to her childhood. It is a deeply personal account of her travels with astute observations and genuine thoughts. It is essentially about growing up and coming to terms with who she is and what she wants to do with her life.
French Milk is absolutely charming. It makes me want to curl up in bed with a glass of warm milk and dream of Paris and croissants and pain du chocolat. It is a delightful little book and I enjoyed it immensely.
This was a post by Hanna, who really does dream about Paris and croissants and pain du chocolat. Someday, her dreams will come to fruition. Someday.