A memoir written by a woman who went on to become a fashion editor, about her early days in Paris. She worked her way up, beginning as a magazine writer, and there is something about her writing that seems magazine-ish. She is best at sensory details, so that it becomes relatively easy to slip into the setting of the book and imagine oneself in Paris. This book does a fantastic job of transporting the reader. It is less good at being a book about anything. She actually underplays her personal journey and character developments, and seems to go almost instantly from underpaid but adventurous lackey to high powered person. Choose this book for a lovely interlude in a fantastic place, but not if you primarily want to read about a life with lots of twists and turns, or a book of wise reflections.