I wavered between giving this 2 or 3 stars and I might come back to change it. The only reason I went with 3 is that I realized how harsh I often am on travel memoirs which suggests that it's a genre I ought to give up entirely.

The first half of this book is hilarious. Loved it. If it had stopped at the end of December, I'd have no problem rating it 3 or 4. But the narrator is just such a whiney asshole that after a while it stops being funny and becomes grating.

However, I am heading off to Paris myself in a few months (also for a year...) so I decided to give this a whirl. In spite of the points that were a bit irritating, it was a decent, easy read. It was entertaining and somewhat informative, if nothing else.