Molly Clearwater had always wanted to escape the confines of her small-town upbringing to make a splash as a career woman in London. But somehow, working as a low-level assistant for the boorish Malcolm Figg wasn't nearly as fulfilling as she had hoped-until Malcolm offered her a "perk"-a free weekend business trip to Paris. She's ecstatic until she discovers that Malcolm's idea of "business" isn't exactly the same as hers. Horrified, Molly storms out of the office.Ìý With nothing else to lose, she impulsively boards a train to Paris, intent on treating herself to a long weekend in the City of Light. Within moments of stepping onto the cobblestoned streets of Paris, Molly is swept up in an adventure that defies her imagination. From infiltrating a conference in a Cleopatra wig to sharing her deepest secret with a complete stranger, Molly's weekend away from her troubles turns into a dizzying voyage of passion and self-discovery, transforming her absolutely...
dissapointed... I found the main character to be hopeless and a bit pathetic. I love a good girly book but this one made me want to shake the girl and tell her to wake up to herself.
Due to various reading challenges over the last couple of years, I've read quite a few books I have loved that I probably never would have read otherwise. Unfortunately, this book isn't one of those. I needed a book that matched a "travel" shelf, and this was the only one on the list easily available at my library. From the reviews, I knew this probably wouldn't be one of my favorite books. But even with very low expectations, this book was still a disappointment. I did enjoy the descriptions of Paris and the literary references, but those are the only positive things I can find to say about this book.
I didn't care about any of the characters and found most of them "absurd," to quote one of the characters in the book speaking of Molly's boss. He was definitely the most absurd, but not by much. I especially had problems with the main character, Molly. I was with her when she quit her job and decided to go to Paris for the weekend, but after that every choice she made was scary and dangerous. (Have you seen the movie ?) I kept waiting for some of the consequences of her decisions to catch up with her, but it wasn't that type of book. This is a "fantasy" like the type a junior high school girl might write. And the writing style made me feel like it might have been written by a teenager as well. The author kept giving me extra information and characters' thoughts (in parentheses) and emphasizing way too many important words with italics. Very annoying. I didn't enjoy this book and I don't recommend it.
This book was silly. I thought perhaps it would be a good "juicy" book to pepper my heavier reads, but I found it more of a waste of time. However, I couldn't bring myself to not finish the book since it was so short.
Molly, the main character, quits her job and decides to go to Paris for the weekend. Yes, that could have been an interesting/saucy read, however, over the coarse of 2 days, Molly blunders her way through the streets, friends, a lover, and ultimately her family. I shuddered at the thought that Molly couldn't get it together and continued to act insanely stupid. Was it her age? Is it my age?
The book was compared to Bridget Jones and although I found some similarities, Bridget Jones was far and away more enjoyable.
I never write reviews but after reading this book I feel so annoyed and disappointed that I feel compelled to.
I was initially on board with the premise: a young woman, a bit naive and sheltered, quits her degrading job and runs off to Paris for a bit of well-deserved adventure. But as I read on I felt increasingly confused as to why certain characters, subplots, and other choices ever made the final edit. I'm not sure how best to organize my thoughts so I'll just list them out as they come to me.
1. What exactly was the plot? What was the point? First we're led to believe it's about Molly, Malcolm and the Missing Disc, but that gets solved about half way through. Then it seems it might be about her relationship with Fabrice and learning about love, but that doesn't quite work out, either. Her relationship with her father was peripheral and unimportant until about halfway through, so it's hard to say that that was the main point of the story. It was really just a slapdash series of random appointments with no clear inciting incident or resolution. This kind of sequential narrative might be palatable if the main character learns something about the world or themselves over the course of their adventures, but that never really happened so it all seems a bit pointless.
2. Some things were a little too convenient. She meets a girl named Alicia who suddenly and without reason is willing to act as her best friend, shower her with fabulous clothes and do massive favors. Then she runs into her long lost father, a wonderfully kind family man, who just so happens to work in the medical field and was invited to her former employer's event in Paris. Fabrice's father Armand is a stand-in therapist for Molly and has a perfect job offer for her in London. Her mother just shows up in France...okay...All stories need a couple coincidences, sure, but it was too much for my taste.
3. Malcolm's chapters seemed really pointless. If he was significant enough to have several chapters told from his point of view, I would assume that eventually he and Molly would again cross paths, be forced to come to some kind of reconciliation, develop a hate-to-love relationship, SOMETHING. But those chapters basically served no purpose because after the handcuff incident, he doesn't show up again. The author certainly missed an opportunity for a confrontation between Molly and Malcolm.
4. The praise on the front cover compared the main character to Elle Woods and Bridget Jones, which was such an insult. Elle Woods is initially considered vapid by those around her but with hard-work and determination is able to prove to everyone and herself that she is strong, capable, intelligent, and worthy, and still maintains her "bounce and sparkle" throughout her trials and tribulations. Bridget Jones is a complete mess of course, but that's what makes her easy to relate to. She reflects on her screw-ups, admits her flaws, and stands up for herself, charming and witty all the while. Molly, on the other hand, was frustratingly naive, self-righteous, unfunny, and experienced almost no growth. I understand that maybe she (as well as Malcolm) were purposely written in such a way as to seem ridiculous to the reader (like Bridget or Rebecca Bloomwood from the Shopaholic series), but it's only funny if the characters are eventually faced with the truth/consequences of their actions and learn something, otherwise they continue to be ridiculous. That kind of realization seemed to barely happen for Molly, not at all for Malcolm.
4. We get it! Molly is an English major! She likes literature! This was one of the points that contributed to Molly seeming ridiculous: constantly quoting famous works to herself and others. It would have been nice if she had come to realize something, anything, meaningful about higher education, her favorite author, her beliefs, etc. Instead, she's a pretentious know-it-all to the end.
5. Molly came off as very shallow due to her "relationship" with Fabrice. He was a liar, a thief, an adulterer, spoiled, and out of touch, but Molly was willing to look past all of that because he was a gorgeous French artist. When he openly acts ashamed of her in front of friends and dumps her at the cafe, she just takes it. Another missed opportunity for an important confrontation. At the last second, Fabrice inexplicably changes his mind and tries to win her back. In the end she does turn down his invitation to stay longer in Paris, but only barely, and she does so grudgingly, and reminisces about him while on the train home, all undercutting her statement that she's "worth more." Doesn't really seem like she believed herself on that one.
6. Molly's relationship to her mother was a bit baffling. She spends a lot of time making it clear that her mother is a bit odd but lovable. Then she guiltily recounts two instances where she, Molly, purposefully hurt her mother because, well, she can. She feels guilty for her actions because she knows that all her mother has ever done is love and support her. However, when we finally meet her mother, she is describes as being selfish, air-headed, embarrassing, and we're supposed to somehow feel sorry for self-absorbed, mopey Molly? After the revelation about her father and how her mother didn't want him involved, I can understand feeling sorry for Molly in that situation, but again, that conflict never came to a head: no confrontation between Molly and her mother about her birth father, no heartfelt acknowledgement that they both must learn to be independent from each other after being just "Molly and Mom" for 21 years.
7. The writing was cheesy, and lazy in some parts. Cheesy example: something hardly funny would happen and Molly and Alicia would be slapping their thighs, gasping for breath, crying from laughing. Lazy: a chapter would end and the next would begin, skipping over some events that it seemed the author just couldn't be bothered to describe or would just summarize in a single sentence, which left me feeling disoriented and wondering why perfectly relevant bits kept being left out or lazily summarized.
I'm sure there's more I could add but I just can't exhaust any more of my energy thinking about this unsatisfying book. Obviously, I did not enjoy this reading experience and look forward to removing this book from my collection.
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This book should have been made into a movie, for oh so many reasons. It was ridiculous and yet so fun to read. I think that's why it would have made a great chick flick, except that they would have to change things to completely make it a rom com, because this is a British chicklit and things don't always equal girl meets boy and ends up happily ever after with boy.
After a day from hell, Molly runs off to Paris for a weekend. She was supposed to be there on a business trip, but her boss is truly a butthead.
When she gets to Paris she really lets loose and does things she normally wouldn't do and in turn meets a handsome French artist,who is everything she wants in a man.
There's so much fun as Molly lets go of her uptight self for awhile. She wears clothes she wouldn't normally wear and does an awful lot of things she wouldn't normally do. She seems like she's turning into a new Molly, but when Fabrice does something that she doesn't agree with, it was nice to see her go back to her slightly goody goody self.
I wasn't keen on Fabrice. From the start he felt too good to be true. I guess I have a stereotype of guys that are too good-looking being jerks. Not that he's 100% a jerk, but he has a lot of growing up to do.
The last part of the book was such a whirlwind that I often got confused with what was going on. It felt like the author was trying to toss as many life changing events into one weekend as she possibly could no matter how impossible it could be. (Again this is why this book would make a great chick flick)
Some of these events stem from Molly being a child of a single mom, who won't reveal who her father was, no matter how many times she asked. It has always been "Molly and Mum/Mum and Molly." So mom has never really kept a guy around either.
So there are a lot of silly and insane things happening..but what bogs the story down is the small part of the story that is told from Malcolm's point of view. (He's part of the story, but not and it hardly seemed necessary and then he just disappears)
But Molly...oh Molly...I liked her and I wanted to shake her so much. She is the queen of bad choices, and maybe just maybe in some ways I saw a little bit of myself in her. (A good reason not to like her to be sure) She was a character that was simply "too" too smart, too good, too foolish. I mean she felt she was in love with Fabrice after only knowing him for a day.
There was one character I did like and that was Fabrice's father, who is played out to be a not so nice guy by his son, but you soon see that that description is wrong. There were times when I wished he'd hook up with Molly, but a plot twist prevented that.
I can't say enough how much action happened in the last part of the story and a lot of it isn't satisfying. So while I enjoyed this book, it didn't wow me. It was a fluffy read and a book that I'm glad I found at the library, because otherwise I would be lamenting the money I spent on it.
I'd give it 2.5 stars if I could, but I couldn't really bring myself to 3. I knew I was going to have issues with this book when the main character thought 30 was old, she's 21 not 14! Even when I was 21 I didn't think 40 was old. Her lack of maturity made me not really like her all that much. I know she gets really angry when people call her stupid and goes on and on how she's not, it's not that she's stupid she's just naive and immature.
I had to roll my eyes when the story took a classic and unrealistic turn that she meets up with overly-friendly people who help transform her from a mousy British moppet to some supermodel status (yeah right) and through them she has the weekend of her life (unlikely).
She meets this gorgeous artist who's name I can never remember and has an affair with him and then is upset to find out he has a girlfriend. What did she expect to happen? Dis she expect a 2 day fling to profess his undying love, which ironically he does and she move in with him? Honestly I was more interested in his father, even when I was her age I would be.
It's not a horrible book but I'd put this more under fantasy since that's how it all seemed to be to me. I was half expecting to find out at the end that it was all a dream or a story she was writing on what she wished would happen to her, meeting her dad, love interest, makeover, new bffs, of course a new flashy job to boot. I think the thing that bothered me most about this book is it just ends with her getting on the train and no epilogue to wrap things up. Does her mother marry Armand? Does whatshisname finally get a job to show her he's serious about her? Does she get a job and get a real relationship with her father? Who knows. I'm not sure if there's a second book, but really I just wanted a summery.
I enjoyed Just Friends and Perfect Strangers. Although I loved the cover of this one, the story just didn't do it for me.
Extremely cliched, with less likable characters and some scenes are impossibly unrealistic to begin with. Molly is described as smart, but she is often so naive that she appears slightly stupid. The dialogue is also often unnatural, very rough and unpolished, in my opinion. Real people don't talk like that.
The moral behind the story is quite good. It's too bad I don't enjoy reading Molly's story more.
Weak. Malcom’s role as a horrible boss extended way past what his character could support in the plot. Maybe I am being too judgmental about a romance
The book starts with quite an interesting account of first-time-ever young English girl's visit to Paris. The second half of the book is a bit confusing.
Not every book is meant to be meaty and award-winning, like the classic War & Peace. Not every book is meant to invoke deep and delicious feelings of unrequited attachment or passionate love at first sight. Not every book is meant to be the one that you grab off the shelf a hundred times until it’s literally falling apart from the spine on out.
Weekend in Paris, by the late Robyn Sisman, is not one of those books. But it is a fun, flirty, and whimsical tale of a young woman who rushes off to Paris to begin a lifelong transformation � and what girl doesn’t dream of that? It’s a book you can throw in your handbag before you hop in the car with your family and take a nice, long road trip. It’s a book you can giggle with and appreciate for it’s silly and fanciful nature. It reads easy and light, as most chick-lit books should.
Perky and youthfully optimistic Molly Clearwater has high hopes for herself. There have been a few wobbly moments since she made the move into trendy and exciting London from her small town, but she is keeping a clear head and moving forward. Sure, her boss, the ever grumpy and somewhat misguided Malcolm Figg, thinks (and often, actually says) that she’s nothing but a typical stupid secretary. He’s probably just feeding into the stereotypes about blondes, and Molly is sure that someday soon he will recognize her full potential and begin showing her some respect. She’s always been a very careful and cautious young lady, and her arrival into adulthood is no different. She plays by the rules and makes sure that all I’s are dotted and all T’s crossed, but that doesn’t stop her from dreaming that one day she could be more than just the reliably simple girl next door.
When Malcolm commands her to book a trip to Paris for a medical conference and insists upon her coming along for the ride, Molly is ecstatic. She’s never been to the glamorous city of fashion, food, and French kissing, and so of course she would be delighted to go � what girl wouldn’t? And all on the company’s dime as well! She cannot wait to begin a weekend full of enacting as much joie de vivre as humanly possible. If there is one place that you can let loose and reinvent yourself (if only for the weekend) � it’s Paris. Never mind what the gossip around the office about Malcolm is. . .she’s sure that he couldn’t possibly be expecting “a physical reward� for his allowing her to accompany him on his business trip.
But unfortunately for Molly, that is exactly what Mr. Figg is expecting of her. When he makes a crass pass at her just before they are due to leave, she knows what she must do. He’s called her his “stupid secretary� one too many times, and she’s got to begin standing up for herself or else she just won’t be able to look at herself in the mirror. With the false confidence she is so desperately holding on to, she decides that she has to begin behaving like the woman she wants to be, and the woman she wants to be wouldn’t take this sort of nonsense from anyone � let alone her boss.
Ahhh, but Paris! A weekend in Paris! Should she throw caution to the wind and just go anyway? Everyone already thinks she’s going there so she won’t be missed (except, maybe, by her well-meaning, if a bit overprotective mother) and. . .well, she’s already got it all planned. Except now. . .she doesn’t have the “where to stay� part sorted. and the fact that she doesn’t know a soul there could be a problem but. . . why not? Standing at the train station with the Eurostar so close, her suitcase packed, and a ball of determination settled firmly in her stomach, Molly decides to be the heroine of her own story and take a chance on herself, and on the famed City of Lights.
Minutes into her ascent on Paris, Molly meets a loud and enchanting young woman who whisks her off to a party, where she is introduced to a motley crew of the most fashionable people she has ever met � literally. She is captivated by the impetuousness of her new friend, and is determined that some of Alicia’s wild spontaneity and overall fabulousness will rub off on her. It doesn’t take long for fresh-faced Molly to meet up with a darkly handsome French man and she instantly begins falling head over heels. Fabrice is dangerous and intriguing, and once she hops onto the back of his motorcycle, she is thrilled to find herself transformed from a run-of-the-mill secretary into a sexy and interesting woman of the world. Fabrice is an artist in a city full of dreamers and creative geniuses, and Molly surprises herself by allowing him to draw her, allowing herself to be swept up in the romance of it all. Paris has a way of casting a spell over those who let it.
Weekend In Paris is the charming story of a young woman’s awakening and the steps she takes to reach it. Some experiences are full of silly comic relief, and some are filled with the dawning realization that things are not always as they seem to be. It is the quintessential tale of romance in the famed city of Paris and all of the excitement that it comes wrapped up in. I give Weekend in Paris 4 stars and recommend it to readers of Sophie Kinsella and Meg Cabot; and anyone who wants to skip town and reinvent themselves. . .if only for the weekend.
I found this novel to be prosaic and predictable, with an utterly pathetic protagonist. It represents all the stereotypes of Paris and Parisians and tries too hard to be high literature. Honestly, a waste of my time.
Trata sobre una chica , llamada Molly, que decide dejar su trabajo en Londres e ir a pasar unos dÃas en ParÃs. Es muy fácil de leer y a simple vista previsible...pero hay un par de twist sorprendentes.
I love anything Paris, and bought this book mainly for the title and the really cute cover. It sat on my TBR pile for a while, but when I was surprised with a trip to London and Paris, I packed “Weekend in Paris� thinking it will be the perfect read while on my trip. Well was I wrong!
First off the main character is so unlikable, she is downright frustrating! The other characters were fine and actually kept me reading. The storyline it’s self was bearable although I didn’t care for Robyn Sisman’s writing style at all.
It’s a short, fast and mindless read with no substance.
Como ven es otro Chik Lit o en español Comedia romántica, personalmente me encanta este tipo de libro porque es una lectura refrescante, no hay grandes problemas o de tenerlos siempre son alivianados con las risas.
En este caso eso no cambia pero ee� ee�. Les reconozco que me saco tantas risas como lágrimas!!!, me hizo llorar!!!
☞Como pueden ver resumà bastante bien la idea del libro, cierto?? Cierto??? Cierto que si??? Pues sÃ!... peroâ€� quieren saber porque termine llorando??
Alguna vez sueñas despierta? Despierto? Me refiero a: cuando vas hacia algún lugar y tomas el metro o una micro, bus, automóvil, etc, y de prontoâ€� comienzas a recordar O crear historias... ¿¿¿te pasaste un vÃdeo en tres dimensiones, con un final feliz???
Pues Molly es una de esas personas!!! pero casi todo lo relaciona con novelas clásicas o del tipo policial asà que a veces termina en uno de estos extremos si te cuelas en su imaginación (ella sà que es extremista) y entre toda esa imaginación:
1. ☞Molly tiene un pasado que la marca, ata y une con su madre y que a la vez se encarga de separarlas. 2. ☞Sabe exactamente lo que desea en la vida, tiene las capacidades y se esfuerza por ello, pero carece del coraje para alcanzarlo.
¿Que harÃas si llegaras a un paÃs donde no conoces a nadie, es tarde y no tienes donde quedarte todo por un impulso que tuviste? Bien, yo harÃa lo mismo que Molly (me encanta en nombre). VisitarÃa todos los lugares posibles, comerÃa de todo, saldrÃa a fiestas, bueenoo... de fiesta en fiesta, disfrutarÃa de todo lo que la ciudad, en este caso ParÃs, me puede ofrecer... hasta los hombres.
I read this in Zürich, on a quick trip to see my brother's family, which is fun because of the Euro feel of this book.
Anyway, it was a good "lite" read -- enjoyable, and surprisingly less trashy than a lot of chick lit I've read. The heroine is charming, and you can't help but root for her. Although I am a little tired of all the chick lit girls I've read recently who think they're fat, but all the men around them think they are beautiful. Of course, that's what all chubby girls would love to have happen, but is it really realistic? Who knows? I won't try to seriously analyze this book :)
I did like Molly, and I really liked her friend Alicia. I was thinking it would be fun to read a book about her in London (as promised) with Molly, but it would also probably be more trashy than this one!
I did like the literature and artistic references -- perhaps that is why it seemed much less brainless than some stuff in the same genre (, anyone?). And in fact, now that I think about it, there wasn't shopping in this one. I like it even better!
Part of the fun of this book was the descriptions of a first-time visitor to Paris, and places she's dreamed of all her life. As a big fan of that city, I really enjoyed her weekend blur there.
I would say that the climax in the story didn't well-structured which disappointed me a bit. But what attracted me the most is the part of when Molly finally met her long-lost father. I'm not much of a love-story reader - however, Weekend in Paris is worth for light reading.
I enjoyed the story and was a bit excited for what was to happen, however the last half kind of turned me off. It seemed a bit rushed and too full of random things.
SPOILER ALERT!!!
The story was okay, however Molly's overlooking of BIG indicators in Fabrice, kinda through me off. Him whining over his FATHER'S money seemed like a HUGE red flag to me that he was a bit of a spoiled brat. Then it just kept piling on, and I pretty much felt she was too nit-witty. (That's me speaking from a point of view of never being in a relationship, so you probably shouldn't take my judgement too seriously.)
Anyways the father situation seemed to rushed to me and I kinda wished there had been more to it. As well as how we ended with the mother.
It just seems very randomly done.
BUT LIKE I SAID.. don't take me too seriously. Anything and everything can happen, so who's to say it could never happen in this way. Anything is possible.
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Having read this book when I was about 19, I was keen to revisit.
However, my memories of Molly, must be purely nostalgia, because on my second visit, the book was terrible.
Molly is a self-absorbed idiot. Everything that happens to her: going to Paris without telling anyone; not telling anyone where she's staying; going to the party with Alicia; having her entire outfit changed; going off with Fabrice; etc... It screamed "Taken"!! So naive!
The chapters with Malcolm were pointless and he was an ass. But Fabrice was equally asslike. I don't understand why I was meant to like him? Just because he's a French artist, he is sexy? He seemed very stuck up.
She's also constantly quoting books and being poncy, no wonder people thought she was odd.
The small story of her father confused me, what was the purpose?
All in all, not a good book. Lacked substance. I don't know why 19-year-old me liked it so much...
Only just getting round to posting this even though I finished the book a few days ago.
Absolutely awful. Molly was the most annoying protagonist that I've ever encountered. I perhaps took a disliking towards her because parts of her snobbish behaviour reminded me of myself (I'm trying to rectify this), but she constantly makes reference to how much better/smarter she is than everyone else and immediately follows this thought up by doing/saying something stupid - there's a bit where someone makes reference to a film about Gallipoli and Mel Gibson being in it, which our gal Molly thinks means he fought there. In World War One.
This book was full of offensive stereotypes and the big plot twist was ridiculous, but overall my hatred for Molly is what really made this a terrible reading experience.
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This book came to me as a present because they know I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.. It was a nice surprise. I really enjoyed the scenery of Paris it painted. I wanted to be there seeing and living what Molly was living, and knowing Paris in all it’s glory.
The book was not a romance novel as I was expecting, it was more of a coming of age story. I gave it 3 stars basically because I didn’t care much for the ending. I don’t know if it’s a cliffhanger or an open ending for us to interpret it as we want.... But I was liking were the story was going and then bam! It simply ended. So I’m gonna root for sweatshirt guy!
I needed something silly and mindless, and this worked. I always love reading about France, and there were good visuals here, but Molly was a teensy bit too stupid, ahem, naive� It seemed all wrapped up in a tidy now at them end, and the reality would be to continue to years of therapy for Mom’s behavior in te: Dad. Buy whatever.. terribly mindless is just what is needed after a long week. It wasn’t as stick a read as I anticipated, because I fell asleep, twice, reading it (never a good sign). Probably wouldn’t pass along and it’ll end up in the donation pile. I probably would have loved it in 2004 when it was published.
no to tak: +różnorodność wątków, niektóre zabiegi byly super z przeplataniem ich, cały zamysł historii tez fajny i przyjemne zakończenie, gdzie moze molly nabrala trochę rozumu i poczucia wartości -niektore opisy i uzywane słowa, no i ta naiwnosccccc, dosc ze nie lubie imienia molly to typiara się jeszcze tak zachowywała głupio, no i samo romantyzowanie Paryża, ogladalam jeden odcinek emily in paris i tu bylo podobnie, chociaż przynajmiej nie byla to amerykanka. podsumowując fajny read, nie mialam mega duzych oczekiwań, a te ktore mialam chyyyba zostaly spełnione, tylko kiedy te główne bohaterkii przestaną byc tak lekkomyślne?
I felt transported to Paris in the descriptions of the scenery - the smells, the buildings, the parks, the colours. I was engrossed for the first 150 pages of plot, but felt it lost a little something after that. I'm trying to put my finger on what changed, and I think it had something to do with the character development (of all the characters, not just Molly) - it seemed quite rushed, brushed over in a sentence, rather than meaningfully developed. That said, it was still a light, enjoyable read.