What I'm Reading Now - The Provence Cure

This book starts in Florida (but it took me 3/4 of the book to figure that out...for some reason I thought they were in Boston!), but quickly moves to France...in the summer. Is there a better time to read a book about southern France than in the summer?! (Def on my list of places I still need to go). The book follows a woman named...Heidi...so it was a little weird to read at first. Luckily it was written in first person so her name is not used often! Heidi is working through the grief of losing her husband years ago so her mother thinks it a good idea to send Heidi & her son to the family house in France to rebuild it. A fire had destroyed the kitchen. The traveling group also includes Heidi's 16 year old step-niece (is that a term?).

They spend some time touring Paris before going to southern France and the small village/town that the house is in. This book is about healing, it's about coming together as a family, it's about accepting things as they are now while not forgetting the past.

This was a semi-quick read for me. I enjoyed the book - it made me want to go to Southern France! But it also made me stop and think about life now - about letting go of some of the things in the past, about embracing the here and now and about living in each moment.

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