Review: French Milk
Lucy Knisley and her mother spent January of 2007 in a Paris apartment to celebrate Lucy’s mother’s 50th birthday (and Lucy’s 22nd.) They rented a small apartment in the 5th arrondissement. Lucy had one more semester of college and hoped to go to graduate school for cartooning. While she was in Paris with her mother, she kept a journal and her book, French Milk is the result of that journal.
I’d seen several reviews of French Milk, but when I read the one on Beth Fish Reads, I knew I had to read this book. French Milk is a quick read, since it’s a graphic travel memoir. It does include photographs as well as drawings, which I found unique. I was hooked as soon as Lucy mentioned Tintin and Milou, since our sweet dog is named after Milou.
We lived in France fifteen years before Lucy’s trip, and we never lived in Paris, but this book still brought back lots of memories for me. This book is named after Lucy’s love of French milk – she said it came in bottles and was very fresh. I found this interesting, because the only milk we ever saw in France came in a box – it was pretty nasty and most people wouldn’t drink it.
This book was a lot of fun and I think anyone who loves Paris or who would love to visit Paris will enjoy it. Just for fun, here’s a picture of Vance in front of the Centre Georges Pompidou, which is mentioned in the book – you can tell from his expression what he thought of the fountains.