Review: The Cobbler’s Crusaders by Rick Steigelman

Synopsis:

Jacquelyn Pajot is a nine-year-old American girl whose excitement over a solo visit to her grandmother in Paris is soon diminished by the discovery that the grandmother is far more devoted to dragging her to church every day than she is in showing her the much-anticipated sights of the city. Jacquelyn’s despair is remedied when she meets a pair of local girls, Nicolette and Genevieve, who are only too happy to lead the American astray. Jacquelyn, to her giddy astonishment, finds herself cajoled into joining her young companions in singing for money on the streets of Montmartre and leg kicking for laughs before the doors of the Moulin Rouge.

Jacquelyn’s joy over this ‘new’ life is tempered when she learns the circumstances of Genevieve’s father, a charming but financially struggling cobbler. Employing her own creative skills to produce a flier, Jacquelyn devises an advertising campaign that quickly spirals out of her control and into the hands of her more mischievous friends. By means both legal and not, the two French girls set a dubious course that has Jacquelyn flirting with the prospect of prison, purgatory and, most perilously, her grandmother’s righteous indignation.

Favorite Lines:

“Who needs the Eiffel Tower when you have Madame Le Preuvier’s goldfish tank? And I’ll bet the line to visit is a lot shorter.”

“Maybe it would be better if you went back to saying this stuff in French, so I wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore.”

“If you take me to the Eiffel Tower today instead of to church, I promise that I’ll move to Paris and push you around in a wheelchair when you get old!”

My Opinion:

A charmingly whimsical, whip-smart slice of Parisian life wrapped in equal parts heart and humor, The Cobbler’s Crusaders is one of those rare books that manages to feel old-fashioned and refreshingly modern at the same time. Rick Steigelman’s prose is wry, warm, and beautifully descriptive, capturing the magic of Montmartre through the curious, wide eyes of young Jacquelyn Pajot.

The story centers around nine-year-old Jacquelyn, freshly arrived from America to spend a week with her formidable and sharply opinionated French grandmother, Catherine Pajot. As the two navigate family tensions, cultural misunderstandings, and the quirky routines of Parisian life—daily Mass, neighborhood gossip, artistic ambitions, and foie gras mishaps—their relationship becomes a quietly moving study in generational contrast and reluctant connection.

One of the joys of this novel is its immersive world-building—not of a fantasy realm, but of a deeply real, vibrantly lived-in Paris. From the chaotic beauty of the Place du Tertre to the dizzying climb to Sacré-Cœur, every setting is lovingly rendered. But it’s the people who make the place come alive: the kindly Berniers, the sad and spirited Madame Le Preuvier and her aquarium of “dead husband” fish, and of course, Minuit the judgmental black cat.

Jacquelyn herself is a standout protagonist—funny, clever, and never afraid to speak her mind, whether she’s musing on duck liver or grappling with the unspoken expectations of grown-ups. Her comic timing and sense of wonder are delightful, and her interactions with Catherine—often barbed but never cruel—offer a touching portrait of a grandmother and granddaughter gradually learning how to meet each other halfway.

What really sets this book apart is Steigelman’s narrative voice: part Wes Anderson whimsy, part Parisian satire, and all heart. The fourth wall breaks, the sly jabs at cultural stereotypes, and the surprising emotional depth lurking beneath the humor all contribute to a story that’s as layered as a perfectly baked croissant.

Summary:

Overall, if you’re in the mood for something offbeat but grounded, funny yet poignant, and filled with the kind of observational detail that makes even the smallest moment sing, The Cobbler’s Crusaders is a journey worth taking. It’s not just a week in Paris—it’s a week in the emotional lives of people who are messy, loving, ridiculous, and completely real. Happy reading!

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Review: Paris Lost and Found: A Memoir of Love by Scott Dominic Carpenter

Synopsis:

After his hilarious introduction to Paris in French Like Moi, Scott Dominic Carpenter returns to the scene of the crime with more tales of intrigue. 
 
This time, though, the story takes a surprising turn as his wife struggles with dementia. Humor may be the best medicine, but even the antics of a vandal in their building can’t cement the tiles of her memory for long. Before he expects it, Carpenter finds himself alone in a capital that is also blighted by the pandemic. 
 
It’s against this backdrop that the city comes roaring back to life. From bizarre encounters on the Metro to comical clashes with authority figures, and even a quixotic battle against a flock of migrant parrots, Paris Lost and Found unveils sides of the great city that are as quirky as they are authentic. With his unique blend of wit, insight, and wistfulness, Carpenter charts a path through his new labyrinth of solitude—only to emerge on the other side, squinting into the bright light of hope and new beginnings.

 

Favorite Lines:

“France is a paradise inhabited by people who believe they’re in hell.” (This is technically cheating because it is a quote by Sylvain Tesson in the start of this memoir but I thought it really set the tone for what the rest of the memoir would be and I loved it)

“It confirmed my hunch that emotion is the mortar that cements memoires in place.”

“In France, the experience is different. If you want to get a handgun here, there’s really just one recommended course of action: forget it. They put you through an obstacle course of required training, applications, waiting periods, and even letters of recommendation from the head of your local shooting club.”

“They say the senses compensate for one another. You lose you your sigh, but your ears perk up. You go as deaf as a post, but suddenly you can read the bottom line of the eye chart. So, too, with people. You lose one, and others grow in importance. It was the unknown population around me who mattered now.”

My Opinion:

I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.

This book is a follow up to Carpenter’s first travel memoir, French Like Moi: A Midwesterner in Pariswhich I have not read but will definitely be reading after this. This memoir details Carpenter and his late wife Anne’s adaption to living in France. Carpenter not only takes us on the journey of their start in France but also the journey Carpenter must later embark on alone through loss and new beginnings after the passing of his wife.

I thought this book flowed very nicely and kept me engaged throughout. Carpenter did an excellent job at making me feel like I was right there along with him and Anne, living the experiences they were living. As an American who has never been to Europe, I thought the comparisons between French and American mentalities were really helpful, and quite frankly, sometimes humorous, to understand how different life can really be over there. Carpenter did a great job at combining serious topics and experiences with humor in a way that kept this book light-hearted and most definitely a page turner.

Summary:

Overall, I thought this was a really engaging read that gave a Midwesterner’s perspective on life in France. If you like travel memoirs that detail culture and are full of humor, life, and love then this book could be for you. Happy reading!

Check out Paris Lost and Found: A Memoir of Love here!