I didn’t even know there was another travel blogger from Newfoundland until an email showed up from Bobbi French. My initial thought was, there’s only room in this world for one Newfoundland blogger, beotch. And then I realized she’s fantastic.
I’ve been wary of reviewing books lately, as some steaming piles of dog doo-doo have made their way across my desk in the past couple of months. And my reading time is precious, right?
But I liked Bobbi’s style immediately. And her blog.
Quick synopsis: Bobbi is a former psychiatrist who gave up the glitz and glam of big pay cheques and dealing with crazy people to deal with crazier people in small-town France. Her and her husband sold their house and their possessions to settle on frugality and life unattached. “French details the unaccountable stumbling blocks and the unforeseen joys of her own awkward, frequently perplexing, always entertaining journey of discovery.”
Favourite quote (one of many): “Maybe I’ll miss Canada more than I anticipate. I’ll be sitting in a café in France, a pain du chocolat in one hand, a fine Chablis in the other, turn to Neil and say “Aww, remember when the Conservatives raised the Goods and Services Tax, slashed Planned Parenting funding and cut healthcare to the bone? Good times man, good times.”
The sell-all-your-things-to-travel thing isn’t a new idea…the difference here is that French isn’t some shitty blogger. An awesome writer, actually. Snarky, and filled with self-deprecation. Bobbi is relatable, hysterical, loveable, and observant. I loved this book so much, I bought my mother a copy.
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