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At one point while reading Abha Dawesar"s lush That Summer in Paris I realized I was actually being seduced!  It took away my appetite (in the best possible way), moved me, and helped me to understand a past relationship better.

The novel is also a tribute to the most lovely things in Paris -  the sex, art, and food - and somehow manages to enhance their beauty and mystery.  Strongest possible recommendation. 

"Do you know why there is an opposition?  I too think of you as two people.  And I think of myself too as two. But today I am a slave to real life.  You are Prem.  This is cheese.  And this cheese is more real than what I"m trying to write.  There"s no struggle between the world and this one," she said, tapping the side of her head with her index finger.

"I want you to have a sip of the wine to cleanse your palate of the herbs and then to put that strong cheese in your mouth." Prem startled himself with his tone.  Prem and Maya had vanished; they were two stomachs.

Maya had a sip of wine and then neatly cleaved the buttery nine o"clock cheese with her knife and put it in her mouth.  The jewel in the crown.  The climax.

"Vous etes un genie!"

Cherif, no doubt cognizant that such a moment happens at a certain point in the meal, was already hovering near the table.  Trying his best to hide his triumph, he smiled sheepishly and said, "It"s the cheese, not me." .

Posted by: Elisabeth Fourmont    Source