8,860 pages to go … “French Milk”

I recently read Lucy Knisley’s “French Milk” (194 pages, 97 count), a travel journal/sketch book about her trip to Paris.

“French Milk” was a big letdown. I expect something more like Craig Thompson’s “Carnet de Voyage.” Instead, it was just a couple of  sketches and photos with a complete run down of everything she ate and bought while she was in Paris. There really wasn’t a plot.

I wouldn’t recommend it.

What BooksAMillion.com has to say:

“Through delightful drawings, photographs, and musings, twenty-three-year-old Lucy Knisley documents a six-week trip she and her mother took to Paris when each was facing a milestone birthday. With a quirky flat in the fifth arrondissement as their home base, they set out to explore all the city has to offer, watching fireworks over the Eiffel Tower on New Year’s Eve, visiting Oscar Wilde’s grave, loafing at cafes, and, of course, drinking delicious French milk. What results is not only a sweet and savory journey through the City of Light but a moving, personal look at a mother-daughter relationship.”