Yesterday evening I closed The List of my Desires by Gregoire Delacourt and rated my fourth book of the year over on my Goodreads account. Yes, I’ve finished four books so far this year! And, yes, I’m more than a bit smug, as was obvious when I immediately messaged my brother to boast while he just finished his second book of the year. Admittedly, though, The List of my Desires is a quick read. I do, however, have a fair bit to say about the two hundred pages I read within a day. Below I’ll share with you my bookish thoughts.
The List of my Desires is set in the small French town of Arras, in which Jocelyne lives. Jocelyne is the mother of a son, a daughter and her baby who was dead when she gave birth to her. She has a husband (also Jo) who she adores, despite his foul temper and controlling ways. She runs a successful blog and a dressmaking shop. Along the way she’d forgotten all about the dreams she once had. When she wins the lottery, she is afraid of the money. So she writes herself a list of her desires.
I’m not quite sure how to describe how the story was told. As readers we read the first person narrative and feel a little uneasy. It’s as though the protagonist hasn’t quite placed themselves within the plot; even though they’re central to it. The narrative almost feels a little drunk; a bit unsure. I enjoyed this aspect of the novel a lot; the eerie feel to it made me sense from the start that it was going to be a bumpy ride; the protagonist was telling me to read with caution.
Partially, possibly, because of the narrative but also because of the plot that unravels later in the book (no spoilers!), The List of my Desires feels quite exaggerated. And purposefully so. The exaggerated feel, to me, added an extra layer to the fable feel of the story. We are shown AND we are told through Delacourt’s narrative and, for this reason, it felt like a fable for all grown ups. We truly question the real value of money and, indeed, whether we are, without money, living the right kind of life. This final thought is one I won’t explain for fear of spoiling anything; it’s a thought I so want to unravel with someone who has read this book. It’s time to convince my mum to read it so I can vent for ten minutes straight.
So, mum… to conclude:
The List of my Desires is the perfect quick read; the kind of quick read that stays with you past the two hundred or so pages. I loved the French feel of the book, the depth of the characters (not that I connected with any of them- because I didn’t!) and the exploration into the danger of money. I definitely recommend you give it a read!
I rate The List of my Desires by Gregoire Delacourt as 3/5! <3
- Buy the book on Amazon HERE!
- Check out other reviews of this book on Goodreads HERE!
- Read my review of the third book I read this year HERE!
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one,” – George R. R. Martin.
~ Kat ~