Half-Blown Rose
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'Sharp-edged and sexy, Half-Blown Rose is an utterly intoxicating story of love, betrayal, and loyalty' Taylor Jenkins Reid
After learning a shocking truth about her husband's past, forty-four-year-old Vincent Wilde moves to Paris determined to build a new life. She's soon teaching modern art and enjoying a vibrant group of friends-but when she meets a charismatic young man named Loup, her life in the city becomes more thrilling than she'd ever imagined. Somewhere between dinners made together, cigarettes smoked in the moonlight, sexy evenings in nightclubs and long romantic walks along the Seine, Vincent feels herself blossoming.
However, as her affair with Loup intensifies, she begins to wonder about their age difference-a hurdle that's heightened by the fact she's due to see her estranged husband Cillian again at their son's wedding in the summer...
An irresistibly romantic story of a woman remaking her life on her own terms, shot through with nostalgic 90s and 00s playlists and fizzling atmosphere of Paris
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A woman grapples with love and the emotional turmoil that comes with it in the long-winded latest from Cross-Smith (This Close to Okay). In Paris, 44-year-old Vincent works as an art teacher. She also makes jewelry, entertains friends in a posh apartment, and is embroiled in a love affair with Loup, one of her students. Though her life may seem like an expat's dream, she's there because her estranged husband, Cillian, published a bombshell of an autofictional novel revealing his past relationship with another woman, which involved a secret pregnancy. Now, Vincent emails with Cillian's ex, Siobhan, and Cillian and Siobhan's son, Tully, with whom she unexpectedly becomes fast friends. After Vincent's work visa expires, she is forced to choose between her former life with Cillian and the new one she's built in Paris. Cross-Smith offers a refreshing take on a woman's story of midlife upheaval, but there isn't much in the way of narrative momentum, and Vincent's vacillation between Cillian and Loup ends up feeling like the author is merely spinning her wheels. This has its moments, but it's not Cross-Smith's best.
