Paris Hangover

Klein is a New York fashionista with a great resume, a terrific boyfriend (on paper) and showstopping Tribeca triplex. She has trunk-fulls of fabulous footwear, but not the significant relationship she'd longed for--no, "expected"--to have by now. And there's something else: she's "fou" (that's crazy) for France, for French men, for "la vie Francaise." Fleeing her Big Shot boyfriend and bidding "adieu "to it all, Klein starts over in Paris. From a tiny walk-up in the 7th that she had to lie (in broken Franglais) to get, Klein plunges into the mysterious world of Gallic Men: the casually sexy Renaud, a prototypical Frenchman with a flute of Moet and a Galoise always at the read; trying to keep everybody straight when she dates three men named Jean at the same time; and a completely wrong Monsieur Married Aristocrat, who wants Klein for his very well-kept mistress. An American in Paris never had life so good--Cafe Flore, painting in a garret, afternoons in the Jardins Luxembourg--or so bad. But Klein isn't going to get over her passion for France and it's men anytime soon. PARIS HANGOVER is a funny, fresh novel about trying on a new life for size--and about "cherching le homme" in the process. "This is a witty mousse, yet it also is unsparing without cruelty, ambitious not vicious, chic without the inevitable creak of a writer trying too hard."--Jacquelyn Mitchard