
3 stars
This just didn’t give me the same feel as The Paris Library. I really enjoyed The Paris Library and was hoping to get back into the familiar setting, but the magic wasn’t there.
The Parisian Chapter takes place in 1995, so around 50 years after the main events of The Paris Library. Naturally, that means we have a new cast of characters, along with a few familiar faces. I had actually kind of forgotten about Lily being in The Paris Library. I just remember the events that took place during the war. But the book does jump into the 80’s, where Lily is introduced. The Parisian Chapter mostly belongs to her. After making friends with Odile and falling in love with French culture, she decides to move to Paris along with her best friend Mary Louise. Part of the reason for her moving is so that both of them can become artistes – Lily a writer, Mary Louise a painter. The other reason (for Lily anyway), is to try and track down Odile’s long lost friend, Margaret. After some struggle, Lily lands a job at the American Library in Paris, where she hopes to fulfill her dream of being a writer and finding Margaret. This is where things started to fall flat for me.
Lily is a likable enough character, but most of the others are not. Hayes, her boss at the ALP, is an absolute jerk who can’t be bothered to treat anyone with any decency. Mary Louise decides to branch out on her own because of claims that Lily is suffocating, but doesn’t actually explain anything. There are a lot of different people that come and go, most of them forgettable. Really the only ones that made an impression were Chris, Lily’s crush, and Meg, an elderly volunteer at the library. I actually mixed up people a few times as there wasn’t much distinction between them. And while it was nice to see Lily working at the library, it just didn’t hold the same charm as when Odile was there. I get that obviously there are very different circumstances between when Odile was there and when Lily started, but this lacked the depth that The Paris Library had. Not only in the story itself, but in the characters and the setting.
This wasn’t a bad book, and it was nice to see the resolution between Odile and Margaret, but it definitely wasn’t as good as The Paris Library.








