If I could write a book about the sweetness of first love, it wouldn't even amount to this story. 
 My best friend gave me this book and I enjoyed it so much I'm still shaking over it. Whenever a book can bring me to tears, like this one, I think there must be something special about it. As someone who disturbingly has problems with her tear ducts and reacts inappropriately to horrible real life problems (yep, I'm that douche laughing in the back of the funeral, too uncomfortable to show any other emotion), tears only seem to come when my feelings can't bottle themselves anymore. 
 Yep, this book had me crying. 
 It also had me smiling like an idiot. 
 I detest a lot of young adult characters in their inability to be both good and bad. Humans are innately imperfect - we screw up. At the same time, we're capable of doing good things and making ideal choices. 
 In this story, everyone - from Anna to St. Clair (I love him!) to Meredith to Josh to Bridgette - all make mistakes. It's their reactions that prove just how human they are and precisely what I loved about this story. It's a very true-to-life idea of first love. 
 All set in Paris. 
 With a British boy making me swoon. 
 Loved it. 
 Furthermore, the mockery of Nicholas Sparks had me high-fiving the author throughout. I read the various words about Anna's father (an undeniable Nicholas Sparks caricature) aloud and already another friend wants to read this.