Lucy’s narratives and art are offset by actual photographs from her trip, which I loved. It’s a fast read, obviously, considering it comes in at under 200 pages and is full of vivid, interesting black-and-white illustrations. But it wasn’t a book that made its way into my hands until just the right moment. So I’m obsessed with traveling and art, and when I first read a review of French Milk a month or two ago? I was all over this. She and her mother embark on a grand adventure that takes them far from home as they battle language barriers, mysterious foods and homesickness - all while learning more about themselves. Lucy has lived independently in Chicago, where she has many creative friends and spends time with boyfriend John, but she chooses to spend the time after Christmas and between the start of her final semester in France. Lucy, 22, is set to graduate from art school and, like many soon-to-be post-grads, is battling the dreaded nausea experienced when many students imagine leaving college and finding a job in The Real World. The novel is actually a graphic novel - graphic in the sense that it is hand-drawn by Knisley and is, in fact, a visual diary. The novel is her creative, personal travelogue of Parisian life that defined a pivotal time in her own life. The people! The places! The food! Paris comes alive through the art and photographs of Lucy Knisley in French Milk, her memoir of one month spent in France with her mother in January 2007.
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