“Weekend in Paris” surprised me. In good and bad ways.

Let me start by saying that it’s worth reading, but it’s not the shining light the cover promises. It’s basically a story of a small-town girl, Molly, who runs away to Paris for the weekend on a whim (she was supposed to go with her boss for a conference, but we learn in the first few chapters what a creep he is).

The story chronicles Molly’s adventures through Paris, from meeting an exciting Australian (Alicia) who steals Molly away to a nightclub immediately, to riding away later that night with a handsome Frenchman (Fabrice) on the back of his motorbike.

The novel is engaging, that’s for sure. Every page of Molly’s adventure sucks you in and makes you wish – for just one weekend – you could hop a train to Paris. Maybe some of you reading this can, but I’m on the west coast of the U.S. No trains to Paris for me.

Even though Molly is holding a glass of red wine on the cover of the novel, for me this was a white for sure. Just as the book isn’t an instant classic, I think a quick, fun, flirty read like this calls for a cheap, fun, and flirty white: Sutter Home Moscato. This sweet wine reminds me of the sweetness and innocence of Molly when she arrives in Paris.

The book is a quick read, and a lot of fun. Parts of it are a little obvious, but who cares? Grab a glass, grab a pillow, and enjoy your Weekend in Paris.

♥ Syrah