"Books are more than doctors, of course. Some novels are loving, lifelong companions; some give you a clip around the ear; others are friends who wrap you in warm towels when you've got those autumn blues. And some...well, some are pink candy floss that tingles in your brain for three seconds and leaves a blissful voice. Like a short, torrid love affair."
Monseiur Perdu owe a floating bookstore along the Seine - a bookstore that he has owed for years and years and one where he considers himself to be a "literary apothecary" where he prescribes books to his customers. It's along the same lines as the "the perfect books for right person at the right time" moto that is seem in countless novels focusing on books or bookstores or libraries or whatever. Even though Monseiur Perdu seems to be able to heal his patrons with a single volume, he cannot seem to fix himself. We quickly find out that he is still in love with a women who left over twenty years ago and his life seems to be stuck and he can't get over the one true love of his life.
I enjoyed this book. It had so many wonderful "bookish" quotes and details and I absolutly loved the idea of perscribing books for customers - a very similar line of giving library patrons that books that they need. But Monseiur did it with such charm and in such a unique way. Plus the book was set in Paris, which is always a major plus. I really enjoyed the beginning, but once Monseiur started traveling, I found myself losing interest in the storyline. I kept wanting to love the book, but the writing and overall shape of the novel just felt a little lacking to me. The cover and the title were so charming that I I guess I was expecting something a little different from this book. But I'm ultimately glad I read it and it was overall charming and entertaining.