Who doesn’t love a trip to Paris, the sights, the atmosphere, the romance and with a pretty cover and the mention of laugh-out-loud humour, I was up for seeing what That Night in Paris held in store. My rating shows all did not go to plan and at 61% we parted ways.

“You know how you see a place in photos or in movies and you’ve wanted to go there for so long you can’t remember a time when you didn’t, and then you go and it’s way more...well, just more than you could ever have imagined?”

The theory behind this was one I should love, basically an 18-30’s Shearings™ trip across Europe with friendships created and shenanigans had. However in practice that wasn’t the case, reading more travel guide than romance novel, providing none of the suggested laughs whatsoever and centralising around a woman who I couldn’t warm to and who I found immature and annoying along with her forgettable friends.

“Meh, I’m okay. I haven’t let loose like that in a long time...”

Sadly nowhere close to the success I was hoping for and with lacking descriptions holding a distinct tell rather than show feel, the author failed to transport me to any of the places visited—something I want and need from a destination romance. And whilst Jean-Luc was a something of a saving grace in bringing the very few and far between slightly better moments to the story, even he wasn’t enough to keep me reading.