And Jean Perdu the piano tuner vanished for a year – and reappeared as a bookseller. I lost a disc in my neck the pain in my nape, my back and my arm was so piercing that it nearly drove me nuts. He was my best friend and a mirror of myself. Three things happened at once just as I was about to begin researching my story in Provence. In Fact, this book is my life-turner in any ways: And then twenty more to go through the edited version. The book took me two and a half years to think up, but only thirty-one days to write. He embarks on a journey of memories that takes him deep into the heart of Provence and back to the land of the living. Until one summer-the summer that changes everything and prompts Monsieur Perdu to leave his home on narrow Rue Montagnard. All she left behind was a letter-which Perdu could never bring himself to read. In his floating bookstore, the “Literary Apothecary,” Perdu sells novels as medicine to cure life’s ills. The only suffering he cannot heal is his own, the broken heart that has plagued him for twenty-one years, ever since the lovely Manon from Provence departed while he slept. Well, the synopsis is: Parisian bookseller Jean Perdu knows exactly which book a customer should read to ease the suffering of the soul. It is a novel about books, about death, living, senses, dreams, Provence, Paris, friendship, drugs, Tango dancing and about feeling lost, when someone is leaving you behind. Tell us a little bit about your new release, The Little Paris Bookshop.
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