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I just finished reading Belle de Neige and thoroughly enjoyed it. I came across this story quite randomly while checking out what was going on vice.com, read a few of the blog posts, decided to buy the book and devoured it in a couple of evenings. I think it’s actually the first time I write a book review on here – mostly lazily copied over from the Amazon review I posted anyways.
I always love crazy stories of the underbelly kind, like Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential, or David Koenig’s Mouse Tales, and this one is no exception. Life beyond the dronish grayscale cookie cutter lives some are still told is the right way to do things holds so many more fascinating colours and flavours; usually for the best, though sadly sometimes for the worst.
It’s a delightfully written story of this kind Belle takes the us on, managing a delicate yet surprisingly well balanced act of bittersweet memories, elated dreameries, gutter elegance, and barking in the face of danger madness.
I hadn’t thought of it in a long time, but now I’m also thinking I should learn to ski. I’ve only really been skiing once, when I was like 10 years old for a 3 week school trip so it doesn’t even count by now. I wonder if I could be any good / enjoy it.
Sure, we’re probably not talking about high brow literary prizes here, but it spoke to me, made me laugh, and moved me. If you like any of those things in life or at least in a book, I highly recommend you take a peek in the world of the Chalet Bitch.
Belle de Neige mérite son nom, unique et magnifique, tout comme un simple flocon.