Light fare about the exploits of a young woman in France. On the one hand it seems ahead of its time and a precursor to books like "Bridget Jones's Diary", on the other hand it's "too light" at times and a bit dated. I suspect if you're young, female, and traveling this book may be of interest and resonate better with you. What I liked:- The voice; it's true to itself. - The woman's perspective evident throughout the book, in the small things like how men look at her body, or in larger things, like relationships, and the conflict between desire and guilt. Or in somewhat random things, like how long it takes to prepare, cook, feed, and clean while entertaining, or the awkwardness of reacting at a 'nude show' as a woman in order to not appear prudish, jealous, or lesbian.- The feeling of "oh to be young and in Paris"; on coming of age and the joy of travel. And, while abroad, the observations on 'ugly Americans' as well as European haughtiness and pretentiousness. - Humor; the book is not laugh-out-loud funny but it has its moments, and is entertaining in a light kind of way.- The expression of female sexual desire, which I imagine must have been a little shocking in the 50's. I get a kick out of reading it a half a century later. "You know how it is. Some people can hack and hack away at you and nothing happens at all and then someone else just touches you lightly on the arm and you come ... yes, I mean that's what happened, I mean I came." Or: "I thought of sex and sin; of my body and all the men in the world who would never sleep with me. I felt a vague melancholy sensation running through me, not at all unpleasant."- The title. :-) What I disliked:- At times the book is muddled in the sea of characters being lampooned.- In the worst of cases the voice is true and real, but banal (especially evident in the diary of part two, e.g. "I sit for hours afterwards staring idly at the snails clinging to knife-blade leaves growing in our garden. Sometimes I pick them off. They make a sucking noise and there's a small round wet spot where they sat.") Hey it ain't Doestoevsky folks.- As the book goes on, the writing style becomes a bit tedous at times, e.g. "And Angela - well, Angela was just Angela, and I ain't never seen the likes. Whoever called the English reticent must have had his ears full of golf balls."- A couple of the book's less-than-PC references. While one could say they reflect true voices and perspectives from the era, and while it's common to run across these things in fiction from the past, the casualness of how club members were "white enough" to do someone a good turn made me cringe a bit.Favorite quotes:"Read! I didn't want to read, it was just a substitute for living." (I got a laugh out of typing this one in for folks on LibraryThing :-))"It's amazing how right you can sometimes be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.""I mean, the question actors most often get asked is how they can bear saying the same things over and over again night after night, but God knows the answer to that is, don't we all anyway; might as well get paid for it.""The vehemence of my moral indignation surprised me. Was I beginning to have standards and principles, and, oh dear, scruples? What were they, and what would I do with them, and how much were they going to get in my way?""Frequently, walking down the streets in Paris alone, I've suddenly come upon myself in a store window grinning foolishly away at the thought that no one in the world knew where I was at just that moment."