The Light of Paris does what all great (yes, I said “great”) books do. It puts you in the shoes of the protagonists, so that you occasionally blink and realize that you aren’t in the story.
What I loved about this book was its imperative to become a better person. It’s the kind of book that will stay on my shelf, passages marked with dog-eared pages, ready to provide inspiration when needed.
This was a Sunday-afternoon, can’t-think-of-a-thing-I’d-rather-do-than-read-this kind of book. Now, I realize that tag implies a light, fluffy, beach book. And this wasn’t that. It was simply interesting.
Conceptually, the story is interesting. I’m purposely not saying anything more, because it wasn’t a terrible book, and you might want to judge for yourself. I personally always like quests. And this was a pretty cool catalyst and outcome (if only Perdu would’ve gotten over himself at some point).