I’m going to start reading Kim Sunée‘s Trail of Crumbs: Hunger, Love, and the Search for Home today because of the following blurb on its book jacket:
“Trail of Crumbs reminds me of what heavily costumed and concealed waifs we all are. Kim Sunée tells us so much about the French that I never learned in 25 trips to Paris, but mostly about the terrors and pleasure of that infinite octopus, love. A fine book.” – Jim Harrison
I don’t know anything about Jim Harrison and I don’t really care about being a heavily costumed and concealed waif, but I’m eager to experience Paris via this book. It feels like a great personal failure that I’ve never managed to set foot in that city. Someday I will. I hope.