In 2007 Lucy Knisley and her mother spent five weeks in Paris together and French Milk is the resulting graphic novel of this time. I doubt very much that I will ever travel to Paris, but this fun little book with it’s details on museums, parks, art galleries and restaurants made me a very happy armchair traveller. Lucy comes across as a sensitive soul in her twenties which of course means a fair amount of internal drama which unfortunately she mentions only marginally. Lucy is not about to bare her soul or even delve into details about her relationship with her mother which was a bit of a disappointment as I found her mother an interesting character and I would have liked to have gotten to know both these women better.
Drawn in black and white, with real photographs scattered throughout this travel journal is fairly self-indulgent, but still enjoyable as a light read. I really can’t say that I will take anything from this book, or that it will linger in my mind in any way, but nevertheless, I enjoyed it for it’s light, trivial look at Paris.