The best part of the Anna and the French Kiss was getting to the French kiss. The worst part: also getting to the French kiss. At almost 400 pages, it seemed as if the book would never end, but I didn’t want it to end. The excruciating fluctuation of Anna and St. Clair’s “will they-won’t they” relationship kept me turning pages wanting to see how they would end up. And in typical happy ending fashion, I knew they would. They journey to how they got there was delightful, with fully developed supporting characters adding life to the tale.
Perkins crafted a great, fun, and insightful novel that took me back to the innocence of first love, and all the ups and down it entails.