Monday, August 8, 2011

Tout Sweet by Karen Wheeler

Karen is thirty-five and suddenly alone.  She's tired of the rat race - she's a fashion editor - and her boyfriend of several years, Eric, has left her.  She realizes that she can't keep up with the women these days, with their glowing skin and tiny tummies.  She decides to chuck it all and move to France.

She gives up a kitchen floor (lol), internet, hot water and a bathroom.  The tiny house she has rented in Poitou-Charentes, central western France, is very run-down, but it will keep her busy fixing it up.

The journey there is hilarious.  Once there, though, she make new friends, neighbors and learns how to live a simple life.  Sometimes when we put away the hurry and technology, we find the simple things that give us so much joy in our lives and others. 

Karen Wheeler writes a lively and clever memoir of moving from the big city to the small countryside.  The characters are distinctive and engaging, and the attention to detail captivating and entertaining.  A cross between a memoir and chick-lit, fans will devour this one!

Karen Wheeler is an award-winning fashion and beauty writer. A former Fashion Editor of The Mail on Sunday, she has worked as a freelance and regular contributor to the FT’s How To Spend It magazine for over a decade. During her career she has interviewed many of fashion’s top names including Karl Lagerfeld, Giorgio Armani and Calvin Klein and her work has appeared in The Daily Mail, The Sunday Times Style, ES, YOU and numerous international luxury goods magazines.

A three-time winner of the prestigious Jasmine Literary Award for writing about perfume, she specialises in fashion, beauty and luxury goods trends. She is based in France, where she is currently working on her second book Tout Allure. Her first book Tout Sweet - which chronicles the life of a fashion editor who has hung up her Manolos to live in rural France - will be published by Summersdale in July 2009.

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