I admit it–until yesterday, I was a graphic novel virgin. In fact, as far as graphic novels go, it would never have crossed my mind to read one until I started this blog. I wasn’t familiar with the genre and I never really came across them until a few months ago. So I decided maybe it was time for me to go ahead and bite the bullet. French Milk came into play because I am traveling to Florence in a few weeks. Knisley was in Paris–not Italy, but I still thought reading about Europe in general would get me in the right frame of mind.
French Milk is basically a travel journal and is, in one word, charming. Knisley was in her early twenties when she travelled to Paris with her mother for four weeks at the end of 2006/beginning of 2007. They live in a Parisian flat and spend their time eating and exploring Paris.
When I say that Knisley and her mom ate, I am not kidding. A good portion of French Milk had to do with the delicassies around Paris, including–you guessed it–French milk. Now there is nothing about French milk that interests me, being that I am not a fan of milk at all, but the rest of it made my mouth water. Part of the reason I’m so excited for Florence is all the great food, so I could understand Knisley’s excitement over all the delicious food she could eat.
My only issue with this book was Knisley was a bit too whiny. Half the book dealt with her missing her boyfriend and being homesick in general, along with her being sick or feeling unwell every few pages. At some points I just wanted to shake her and tell her to enjoy the time she had in Paris because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I am not a traveller–I get homesick, I get anxious. I am nervous for my trip to Florence, but still–her whining went overboard even for me.
And now, here are two frames for my readers to see what the style of French Milk is like.
I am glad I chose French Milk as my inaugural graphic novel because I enjoyed it immensly and it whetted my appetite for more graphic novels.