Anna and the French Kiss has redefined SQUEEE. My giggles have reached a new pitch (haha), and my heart has not stopped fluttering since I finished reading last night. I want to live in this book, roll around in Nutella with it, and be wrapped up in a crepe with it. It turns out I am a girl, after all.
One thing: Where was the French cinema?!
A post by Kubi whose heart is exhausted. In a good way. Really, much credit to Hanna for the recommendation. (She would not leave me alone about it.)