Elaine Dundy, The Dud Avocado
In the typical literary kismet, I discovered this book a couple days before Eleanor was going to recommend it to me and at the exact time in my life that it was necessary that I read it.
Not only is it tremendous, but I think I could happily spend the rest of my life reading books about American expatriates in Paris between 1920 and 1970.
“You’re an expatriate, see? You hang around in cafes.”