I Love France #38: (2012) #63 review: The Summer of France


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The Summer of France


Paulita KINCER

227 pages

Sumemr of France

Published by Oblique Press in October2012

Ebook received from the author for an honest review

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The world of blogging opens up to great new connections and opportunities. I had read reviews of The Summer of France  by other book bloggers, and then the author got in touch with me through my “I Love France” meme if I remember correctly, asking if I would like to read and review her book! How could I say no?

I had kind of forgotten about the reviews read when I started the book, so it was fun diving into it like into a blind adventure, actually quite like the heroine Fia as she arrives in Provence.

It starts on the quiet side as Fia hopes for a kind of new beginning thanks to the invitation of her uncle and aunt to go and run their B&B during the summer, so that they can take a break.

But things are never what they look, are they? And so this gentle book grabs you and pulls you into all kinds of unexpected surprises and mysteries. The suspense builds up with the alternation of chapters on what Fia is going through and what her uncle went through decades ago during WWII, and the dangerous consequences he still faces daily.

It is a rich narrative, with characters you can easily imagine in real life; with common family problems; with deeper themes related to the past, guilt or freedom for what one may have done; and how to combine the love of one’s husband, children, your other relatives, as each evolves in his or her own way.

And all of this with Provence as the background, cool descriptions of Aix and the region around it, so dear to the heart of the painter Cézanne.

I liked the mix of Fia’s dreams about France and what she actually encountered, with some really French characters, Christophe being the epitome of lots of French guys I think!

The author had also a smart way of integrating French words, with some mistakes and awkward expressions, just like a foreigner like Fia would start speaking the language, so these mistakes made actually sense and were very acceptable, even by ME, who always enter in a rage when French words are ill-used or written with typos in English books!

If you can’t make it  to France next summer, I highly suggest you read this novel. And actually, why wait for the summer? You might as well see if Santa could do something for you soon!

The one negative thing I did notice had to do with the eformatting, many sentences or words cut in the wrong place, and some apostrophes facing the wrong direction, but the book was so much fun that it didn’t distract me.


When Fia Jennings loses her job at the local newspaper, she thinks she’ll have the chance to bond with her teenage twins. As she realizes she may be too late to pull her family together, her husband Grayson pressures her to find another job so they can pay the increasing bills. Relief comes with a phone call from Fia’s great Uncle Martin who runs a bed and breakfast in Provence. Uncle Martin wants Fia to venture to France to run the B&B so he and his wife Lucie can travel. He doesn’t tell Fia about the secret he hid in the house when he married Lucie after fighting in World War II, and he doesn’t mention the people who are tapping his phone and following him, hoping to find the secret.
After much cajoling, Fia whisks her family to France and is stunned when Uncle Martin and Aunt Lucie leave the same day for a Greek cruise.

She’s thrown into the minutiae of a running the B&B without the benefit of speaking the language. Her dreams of family bonding time fade as her teenagers make French friends. Kasie joins a local swim team, riding off to practice on the back of a scooter each morning, hips tucked next to the 18-year-old French boy who teaches her to smoke brown cigarettes and drink red wine. West accompanies a pouty French teenager around the city, playing his guitar in the town squares to earn spending money. Fia’s husband Grayson begins touring the countryside with a pretty French woman, and Fia resists the distractions of Christophe, a handsome French man. Why the whirlwind of French welcome, Fia wonders after she comes home from a day at the beach in Nice to find someone has ransacked the B&B.
Fia parses Uncle Martin’s obscure phone calls, trying to figure out this WW II hero’s secret. Can she assuage Uncle Martin’s World War II guilt and build the family she’s always dreamed of? [Goodreads]


Paulita Kincer

 During the summer when I was a child, I would get up early while everyone else was sleeping, pack a peanut butter sandwich and take my notebook to explore the neighborhood. I don’t know how far I actually went, but I was always hoping to find adventures to write about. Mostly, I remember plopping down under a big tree in my front yard and scribbling in my notebook there. My childhood novels mostly mimicked whatever genre I was reading at the moment – mysteries or settlers traveling west.

When it came time to make a living, I decided journalism was the only profession that offered me a chance to write and make a steady salary. I inched my way up from a weekly in Blanchester, Ohio, to a daily in Middletown, Ohio. Grad school at American University in Washington, D.C. propelled me to The Tampa Tribune where I covered important things like the city of Clearwater and bridges that didn’t fall during hurricanes [author’s website]. Go to Paulita’s website to read more about her, and about her 2 other books.

Paulita has also a book blog.



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