Synopses & Reviews
Paris, Baby! is the natural next entry in a genre thats previously been focused on finding love or the right baguette in the 7th. Its richly textured and full of details of what its really like to be a single mom-to-be in a city where chic is supposed to be effortless and breastfeeding is a
horreur. Lobes keen sense of humor turns on herself just as much as on her Parisian neighbors: from becoming so visibly
enceinte that her patisserie refuses to sell her a morning croissant (“
Cest pas tres elegante, Madame!” exclaims the patissiere, casting an eye down to Lobes waistline) to how she handled a pick-up attempt by a married man in the baby department of the posh Bon Marché at 8 months along.
Paris is full of delights for a new momthe Luxembourg Gardens, the baby boutique Natalys, a jambon fromage for a teething totbut home in the Midwest exerts a pull, too. Should it be “Mommy” or “Maman”? And can a tall blonde with a designer-stuffed closet, a cockeyed way of looking at the world and a taste for Pol Roger ever make it in the land of mom jeans and Happy Meals? Paris, Baby! is a winning, warm, funny memoir about every American girls three favorite topics: Paris, babies, and making it on ones own.
Synopsis
Is it possible to maintain chic as a single-mom-to-be in a city where its all supposed to be effortless and breastfeeding is a horreur? Does one live by the Parisiennes pregnancy plan of smoking, drinking, and cheese-eating avec vin blanc, but jamais jamais gain more than six kilos? And how to handle a pickup attempt by a married man in the baby department of Bon Marché when youre eight months along? After all, American girls do things differently: Lamaze class and baby showers, sensible prenatal care and…family to watch you proudly grow more and more pregnant.
Paris is full of delights for a new mom: the Luxembourg Gardens, baby boutiques too precious to be passed by, a petit brioche for a teething tot. But home exerts a powerful pull. Should your child grow up skipping by the Seine or scampering up a tree house? Should it be “Mommy” or “Maman”? And can a tall blonde with a taste for Veuve Cliquot and Vuitton ever make it in the land of mom jeans and Happy Meals?
Paris, Baby! is novelist Kirsten Lobes warm, funny memoir about Paris, Frenchmen, friendship, babies, and making it on ones own.
About the Author
KIRSTEN LOBE is a former fashion designer, and the author of the novels Paris Hangover and French Trysts. She has lived in Tokyo, New York, Paris and Lake Geneva, and is now a citizen of the world.