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Living in Paris with her partner, the workaholic Mr Frog, and their adorable toddler, Tadpole, Catherine decides to alleviate the boredom of her metro-boulot-dodo routine by starting a blog under the name of Petite Anglaise. Writing with disarming honesty about Paris life, about the confines of her hollow relationship with Mr Frog and about the wonder and pain that comes wLiving in Paris with her partner, the workaholic Mr Frog, and their adorable toddler, Tadpole, Catherine decides to alleviate the boredom of her metro-boulot-dodo routine by starting a blog under the name of Petite Anglaise. Writing with disarming honesty about Paris life, about the confines of her hollow relationship with Mr Frog and about the wonder and pain that comes with being a mother, she finds a new purpose to her day. As Petite Anglaise, Catherine regains her confidence and makes virtual friends, including one charismatic and single Englishman who lives in Brittany, James. And after meeting James one evening in a bar, Catherine feels she has regained her ability to fall in love, too....

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Number of Pages : 340 Pages
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Petite Anglaise Reviews

  • Felicia
    2018-11-13 05:58

    Although I found the book compulsively readable (great beach read), and the writing lovely (although there was some heavy-handed phrases which made me wince), I had a very difficult time connecting with and having sympathy for the narrator (Catherine), whom I found to be a self-absorbed and a touch too infatuated with her blog fame. I was expecting to read about a woman who dreams of living in Paris and who makes HER life, home and career, there. Instead I found a woman who defines her life by the men who inhabit it, and the dedicated readers of her blog. I never got to know Catherine as a person beyond the men, beyond the blog, and I was left wondering what kind of emotional growth did she really make.Other than tender moments with her very lovely daughter Tadpole, at times I found Catherine insufferable, living her life as a soap opera in order to whet the appetites of her readers, and too often relying on her blog to make the communications and connections one should make in REAL life. This book is timely, however, when we're all discussing "oversharing" and how our online "personas" affect our lives offline, so on that level the book posited some very interesting questions. Yet bits of dialogue like this made me shudder:"And obviously Petite Anglaise can't resist playing to her audience a bit, I'll admit that. And I'm sure my speaking voices isn't the same as her writing voice." I came to this book wanting to know about Catherine and left it learning more about Petite - who seemed more and more of a flight of fancy.

  • Anne
    2018-11-05 05:44

    Boy oh boy. Well I have only myself to blame for reading another of one of these stupid memoires. The sole insight this book offers is an insider's view of the mind of a mediocre narcissist. Catherine Sanderson attains absolutely zero wisdom from her capers. One leaves the book feeling only sympathy for those who are close to her, particularly her poor daughter, who will have to one day learn of her mother's ill-advised dalliances---oh and years of torturous celibacy at the hands of the child's father. So, uh, duh, its hard to maintain a smashing social calendar and blistering hot lovelife while trying to raise a two-year-old, Catherine. Get a clue.

  • Noiresque
    2018-11-08 03:41

    Purchased during a spate of Francophilia, this book was in the travel section of my local superstore outlet. As this chain does not have a biography section, Travel may have seemed like an obvious place to catalogue it, but it would have been better served by being placed under the Relationships banner.Young expat living la Vie francaise in Paris? Sounds good. But is was not to be. The hooks, being her life in Belleville and her love of all things French, are merely hooks. In the meat of the text, the location, the city and her people are barely mentioned. What is really of interest to the author via this book is her own belated coming-of-age. The location - the selling point for me - is rather irrelevant, as the story could have taken place anywhere, and rather than making its appeal global, it is an average tale of a 30-something woes, but stripped of the local colour that would have attracted me.The tone is rather Cosmo-style; one of a girlfriend ruminating over coffee the failed aspirations of grown-up life. The honesty and directness in which that author recounts her desires and decisions, seedy betrayals and all are stirring. That she devotes little time considering or even caring to be aware of the views and motivations of others outside of their direct interactions with herself makes her, in my view, rather unsuited to the book format. The confessional, self-interested tone belies the book's former incarnation as an online journal. The overall experience of reading was akin to being unable to escape the company of an acquaintance one likes but does not really know as they complain about their sex life.

  • Melissa
    2018-10-25 03:46

    This was a really well-written memoir about a British woman living in Paris. She is living with a man who refuses to marry her, and they have a daughter together. Eventually, the relationship falls apart, and she writes about moving out and dating other people. The book started as a blog, and more than just rehashing blog posts, she writes about how blogging affected the course of events. At one point, she keeps dating a guy she's just not that into because it spices up her posts. Her friend wisely tells her to put herself first and her readers second. It was a very engaging read, and much easier to connect to than most recent chick lit I've read.

  • Laura
    2018-11-14 01:58

    I loved that this book was about love and Paris, but that is as far as my love for this book went. The main character and author, Catherine Sanderson, is quite self-absorbed and selfish. It is hard to find any sympathy for her character as she destroys her family for a possible future happiness with a man she "meets" on her new blog. Sadly in the end, she ends up alone with a hurt and confused child and a blindsided partner. This book is a pass.

  • Leah
    2018-11-06 02:40

    Petite Anglaise is a memoir by Catherine Sanderson based on her blog of the same name. In 2004, on a whim, Catherine decided to start up a blog about a thirty-something British woman living in Paris. A year after she started the blog in 2005, she left her then-partner Mr Frog (with whom she had Tadpole) for a commenter on her blog. Then in 2006 she got dumped, dooced (fired from her job because she mentioned it in her blog) and outed but landed a bookdeal. Thus, Petite Anglaise.When I started the book I wondered how on Earth I’m supposed to review a non-fiction book. I still don’t know so I’m going to wing it! I apologise if my review causes offence, and there’s a good chance it might, but I have to be honest and admit: I really disliked Catherine and thus, I really can’t say I enjoyed the book.It was interesting is as much as I enjoyed Catherine’s honesty. I didn’t like what she did but I admired her honesty. Apart from that I didn’t like Petite Anglaise at all. Catherine was just too difficult to warm to – she came across selfish and very self-absorbed.Her treatment of Mr Frog and Tadpole really wasn’t great. I couldn’t have cared less if her relationship was failing, she should have broke it off before having her affair with James. The way she and James got together was beyond belief. She met him online in the comments of her blog – it sounds so unreal.There also didn’t seem to be much between James and Catherine in relation to their relationship. Sure they talked about what they might do but it never really seemed as if anything would come of it. (And ultimately, it didn’t.) I was with Mr Frog when he said that all James had to do was to say the things Catherine wanted to hear. Even when Catherine was with James she still came across selfish when James couldn’t be with her (like their day at the beach – they all went out and still she wasn’t happy!) She also started picking faults with James as well saying he’d worn jeans she hated to meet her friends. I mean, come on!What I’d really like to know is why Catherine said she’d like to do the book because many people would pick this up having not read the blog (like me, I’d heard of the blog but never read it) and would think, like I did, that Catherine comes across as really unlikeable.I also wonder about it’s true story intentions as most of the dialogue seemed corny and stilted. It seemed fake, and filler for the book, rather than actual conversations had taken place. Catherine’s friend Amy confused me – generally when people are cheated on they don’t condone someone else cheating yet Amy seemed perfectly fine with it.The cover screams chick lit which in my opinion is false advertising. Some would pick it up expecting a light and fluffy read and what Catherine does is not light and fluffy!I really wouldn’t recommend reading this unless maybe you enjoy the blog…Rating: 1/5

  • CC
    2018-10-23 05:43

    Well, hmmm. I had so wanted this to be good, and my own hype regarding it has no doubt caused me to judge it harshly. I had read a few blog posts from Petite Anglaise's blog several years ago, and was delighted by the simple beauty of her prose. With richness, she spun anecdotes about her daughter, Tadpole, and her beloved adopted city of Paris. What was enchanting in blog form feels both tedius and plain in book form. But the real problem is Petite herself. After suffering through the gross book, "Cleaving" (ala former blogger Julie Powell of "Julie and Julia" fame), I suppose I really wasn't in the mood to read about another selfish woman who drags her loved ones through page after page of adultery, and magically comes out with a six-figure book deal at the end. I couldn't figure out if Petite purposely painted herself in a negative light (something she didn't do on her blog) or if this is how it happened and she simply didn't see herself as part of the problem? Either way, Petite's level of narcissism is stunning. She tries to justify it in the beginning, painting a picture of Mr. Frog as a workaholic and using phrases, like: "on a rare evening out" and "I was desperate for adult conversation," so we can feel sorry for her. But it rings hollow -- she's living in a city she loves, works all day (with her best friend, no less) because she couldn't imagine being "stuck at home," has money for a nanny and babysitter, gets endless weeks of vacation time, and also has the unwavering support of Tadpole's grandparents, who are eager to take the child for long weekends and vacations, offering Petite a break. It's hardly a sob story. As a reader, you're supposed to sympathize with her when she goes out with a blog commentor and ends up having an affair with him (a mere two weeks later!). But you can't sympathize with narcissism. Such is her level of self-absorption, that when she finally breaks it to Mr. Frog that she's an adulterer, and in fact, is leaving him, she has the gall to criticize his reaction as unacceptable because "there hadn't been a single moan or whimper on *my* account..." Oh, but she's not too upset to run to her blog and write about it??And to that I say, is this woman INSANE? And by the way, James sounds like a douchebag.

  • Kate
    2018-11-14 05:44

    Hard to read - in that, No, don't go in there! kind of way. Hard to put down for the same reason.

  • Rebekah O'Dell
    2018-10-27 05:49

    Eh.That was my first reaction after finishing Catherine Sanderson’s memoir about life as a Parisian blogger extraordinaire. And how her life more or less falls apart as a direct result of it.Although initially lured to the city of lights from jolly olde England, Sanderson (or “Petite”, if you prefer to use her blogger nom de plume) finds herself disenchanted with gay Paris, her long-term relationship with boyfriend “Mr. Frog”, and their two-year-old daughter, “Tadpole.” Her dead-end secretarial job gives her time to pen a blog at the advent of bloggerdom. As a result, she becomes Internet famous and is romantically pursued by a reader, ultimately causing her to leave her relationship. And when romance with her reader fails, Petite is left alone in Paris with her daughter.Trés triste.I picked this book up for the beach because I wanted to get back to Paris and read about those who have lived the dream becoming a French expat. That’s not this book. Paris is more of a catalyst than anything in this book. While, happily, landmarks and parks are mentioned (causing me to ooh and la-la-ed), the story is more universal than a Paris story; this kind of heartbreak and resurrection could happen anywhere.It was a super-speedy and compelling read; I just felt sad and rushed through the reading because I wanted to get to the part at the end where all of Sanderson’s choices became okay. In fact, she spends most of the memoir sad … and thus, a downer was born. Not really a beach read. In that way, it reminded me a lot of the book version of Julie and Julia. (The movie was infinitely happier, as would be a movie version of Petite Anglaise.)Interestingly, after finishing the book I looked up the blog from which all of the drama sprang and was surprised to see that Petite’s last post was in November of 2009. In it, she reports that she doesn’t feel it’s likely that she will be blogging much in the future. That part of her life is behind her. I will likely pick up Sanderson’s follow-up, French Kissing, because I am nosey and wants to know how the story ends. Nevertheless, Petite Anglaise isn’t a particularly happy story. I can’t say I loved it.

  • Staceyb
    2018-11-13 05:52

    When I got this book, I hadn't read anything for real in a very long time. And when I say for real, I mean, all the words from cover to cover. I skip read or skimmed almost everything -- even things I really wanted to consume or enjoy.Sanderson's book was exactly the right pace and tone to get me back into the mode of reading again. I enjoyed her words and being drawn into her scenes and the creations of her characters -- even, as one fellow-reader has already commented, if I occasionally felt frustrated by them. (Really, if you're making proper connections with the characters in a narrative, then you should feel something -- and I think here we are meant to feel frustrated with certain scenarios and decisions!)I'm glad I read _Petite Anglaise_. It really did get me reading again.

  • Bridget
    2018-11-14 00:02

    well this is my first book that i have quit on. it wasnt what i was expecting it to be. a big let down. the language and the details in her love life was just too much for me. all she talked about was herself too. she never talked about her amazing experinces in France, the french life and everything about it. It was a big let down because it really could have been a great book. :(

  • sadie
    2018-10-25 22:42

    If I could give this a negative rating, I would in a heartbeat. Drivel, insipid, a waste of paper. WHY did Penguin publish this? Arghghg. If I could spit on it I would. Ptwey! There, a virtual loogie. Just. sheer. awful! Hated it! There, I've done.

  • Sarah
    2018-11-12 22:03

    At first it was interesting and then I started to find the author really selfish and just completely lost interest

  • Lana Mccarney
    2018-11-11 04:02

    blah. not the chick lit i was hoping for. I didn't feel any sympathy for the protagonist.

  • Amielle
    2018-10-24 21:42

    I just happened to pick up this book because of the pretty cover and the fact that it's a biography. Not only that, but I'm very into blogging at the moment, and getting to see how blogging significantly changed someone's life was something I wanted to read for myself.I was disappointed. I can't exactly pinpoint why. The writing was lovely, I liked it. However, the story that the writing was involved in, I didn't like. I can't decide if it's the fact that it took this woman so long (and an Internet relationship) to leave the man she was living with/the father of her child. There were no hard feelings, not later on when they both realized it was for the best. Actually, throughout the rest of the book, she goes to this 'Mr. Frog' for comfort several times. As well, the author/main character just seemed to rub me the wrong way. Like I said, I can't pinpoint why it was exactly that made me dislike her so much, it was just there. There was also the fact that my sister, L, got about half way through the book, dumped it and told me it was one of the stupidest, most boring books she'd ever read. The sad part was, I agreed with her. It took all of me to finish the darn thing. However, I am glad that I read it, because it does testify to how blogging/the internet can change your life dramatically. I like the idea of that. :)

  • Catherine
    2018-11-02 05:56

    Sanderson is an Englishwoman who lives in and loves Paris. The book begins eight years into her relationship with her one-year-old daughter's French father.Feeling dissatisfied with her life, Sanderson begins writing a blog under the nom de plume Petite Anglaise. Her blog quickly becomes quite popular and she begins to make new friends, including one particular Englishman living in France. I won't spoil the story, but I'll just say that her life becomes complicated after that.Although I found myself a few steps ahead and was able to accurately predict the outcome, I still enjoyed the book. I agree with others who have called her narcissistic, but that's a personality trait of the writer, not an evaluation of the story itself. I believe that Sanderson may just be reflective enough of her own behavior that perhaps now in hindsight she will recognize the karmic results of her actions and evolve into a more thoughtful person. Maybe I’m overly optimistic, but I would hope readers would benefit from Sanderson's mistakes without having to make them on their own.Again, looking on the bright side, I anxiously await a sequel and the discovery of Sanderson's transformation, finding a balance of mindfulness of others without compromising her own happiness.

  • ilse
    2018-11-08 05:02

    Een boek dat ik wilde lezen omdat het eigenlijk ook voor een groot stuk over bloggen gaat en hoe dat bloggen je leven kan gaan beheersen.Hier en daar dus wel herkenbare stukjes voor mezelf, ook blogger zijnde.Wat wel of niet online zwieren, de statistieken, ...Misschien wel een aanrader voor elke blogger omdat het ook wel nadenken stemt.En het is me na het lezen nog steeds niet duidelijk of het verhaal fictief of ook waar gebeurd is.Een quote:"Toen we zwijgend naar kantoor terugliepen ...., vroeg ik me af in hoeverre mijn keuzes bepaalde werden door de behoeften van petite anglaise. Leefde ik mijn eigen leven, of trok zij aan de touwtjes en stuurde ze me in de richting van goede verhalen? Zou ik mijn levens anders leven als ik er niet over op mijn blog zou schrijven?"

  • Caroline
    2018-11-08 22:43

    Very quick read! The author, an expatriate Brit living in Paris, started a blog under the name Petite Anglaise documenting her life with her partner and their daughter, and this book is basically a distillation and memoir of her blog experience. For those looking for an ex-pat memoir like Under the Tuscan Sun or A Year in Provence, pass on by. The author starts out by describing her love of French culture and her desire to live in Paris, but things quickly settle into a narrative of her domestic life. The most interesting aspect is on how her blogger persona affected her personal life.

  • Isvett
    2018-11-14 03:51

    I loosely read Petite's blog so was looking forward to reading this book. I too expected it to be a story of how the author Catherine found herself while living in fabulous Paris. I really had a hard time getting through it. Catherine comes across as self-absorbed,narcissistic and is just thoroughly unlikeable. There is no depth or complexity to her. She becomes obssessed with some dude while she's married and everything else, including her daughter, seems to take a backseat. There no growth on her part whatsoever. This is just a bunch of superficial drivel. Skip it and if you're really interested read back through her blog's archives.

  • Turi
    2018-11-15 22:08

    I've been reading Petite Anglaise's blog for about a year, and was aware that she had a book due out, but wasn't sure when. I was lucky enough to catch an advance reader copy of it.Catherine Sanderson is an English girl living in Paris; a young mother who's having relationship issues. She discovers an outlet in blogging, and takes the name "Petit Anglaise" as her nom de blague. The book is a great combination of her life, living in France, and the realities of blogging - trying to carry on a private life within a public domain. Interesting, fun, moving. I have a few people I'll recommend this to...

  • Lisa James
    2018-10-27 22:05

    This book follows Catherine as she grows up in an English household & dreams about living in France. Once she gets there, however, things are great for a while, as she meets a great guy, moves in with him, has a baby, then things go to Hades in a handbasket. She starts a blog, Petite Anglaise, as a catharsis, as a way to sort out her feelings & thoughts by writing. There she meets James, & fireworks happen for a while. After she breaks up with HIM, she has to learn how to find herself again. Cute book, I'd classify it as a "fluffy" read....fast & light...

  • zespri
    2018-10-22 01:55

    O dear. What a waste of time. Though maybe not. Loving all things French, I had high hopes that this little book would provide some interesting observations on an english womans' life in Paris. Instead, I get a self-indulgent break down of 'petite anglaise's' (her blog name) love life.So, what did I learn? About the strange and addictive power of the 'blog' - and a life lived vicariously through the internet and moulded by the bloggers commenters.

  • Mintti
    2018-10-22 01:41

    A book about an English woman who always dreamed of living in Paris, and now lives there. This is an autobiography of her life and adventures and lovelife while living the dream. Or is it a dream? She started writing a blog, when blogging was a relatively new thing, and got hundreds of followers reading about her life in Paris and life with Mr Frog and their little daughter, Tadpole. The blogging thing happes to transfer her life completely, but for better of for worse, you can find out by reading this book!It was an ok read, somehow didn't captivate me completely, but good enough - I like peoples stories.

  • Marea
    2018-10-21 05:05

    I didn't really like this book. To me, it was quite boring to read, and a bit of the same basic problems seemed to be appearing throughout the book. I also didn't really like the author's way of writing.

  • Clare
    2018-11-10 23:09

    I found her very hard to like or warm to, a lot of petty argument causing and navel gazing for my taste. #ShelfOfShame

  • Jo
    2018-11-18 21:57

    Well written. Too much detail, but I expect written from her blog. Scanned much. Hope her life is going well.

  • Genia
    2018-10-19 23:58

    The book started really strong. But as it progressed I became annoyed at petit angles. Not sure it's worth the read

  • JK
    2018-11-08 02:57

    This was okay, quite a bit better than I had expected it to be. It was obvious almost immediately that it was complete chick-lit, and although this isn't normally my cup of tea, I was okay with this as I was in need of something a bit light-hearted after drenching a complete box of tissues at the end of The Book Thief.Apparently, Petite Anglaise is quite a popular blogger. I had never heard of her, and had in fact thought the book was fiction until I started to get properly into it. I've now had a look at her site, added it to bookmarks, but only managed to get through one entry before hitting Escape. I may go back to it, who knows.My favourite part of the book was most definitely the setting. Paris, La Ville-Lumière, was my home in 2008 and I miss it quite a bit. The descriptions of the streets, the views and the landmarks that the novel gave me were gorgeous and brought back some lovely memories. Sanderson's descriptions of the beginning of her life in Paris, and her love affair with the city that turned into more of an infatuation, were so akin to my own experiences of Paris that I had to love her.My love of Sanderson, and her words however, quickly faltered as soon as she began to detail her life, rather than her surroundings. Not only is her writing far emptier when writing about the ins and outs of her life, I began to despise her as a character due to the choices she was making, and the subsequent reasons she gave for these. These led me to take her for a selfish idiot, vowing to myself that I'd never be as ridiculous as she, throwing major things in her life away in order to focus on fleeting, unimportant things such as pathetic lovers. I wished that Tadpole, Sanderson's daughter, had featured more in the book. The entries about her cute little actions and comments are what made me read on, I wanted to know what was going to happen to this lovely little girl's life after her self-indulgent mother had turned the poor thing's world upside down for the purpose of an illicit romp with a guy she met on the internet.I'd recommend the book to people who have visited Paris a few times, or lived there like myself, as the descriptions of the city truly are well thought out and gorgeous. However, the rest of the story completely infuriated me, and I'm not even a person who is particularly moralistic. Don't read it if you like to be in sympathy with the narrator. She is a complete loon.

  • Susan
    2018-11-02 06:10

    Let's call it a 2 1/2 or a 2 3/4, perhaps? This is the story of the rise of a young Englishwoman's blog about her life with her lover (a.k.a. Mr. Frog) and daughter (a.k.a. Tadpole) in Paris, and her romantic ups and downs as one relationship crumbles and an affair begins. Sanderson writes about Paris like someone might painstakingly paint rosebuds onto a doll's teacup. She shows an almost fussy exactitude for replicating details when it comes to describing her environs so that you can really see her Parisian flat, or her office, or a cafe take shape against the canvas of your mind, yet she goes for the sweeping strokes when it comes to her personal life and it doesn't do her any justice. It's hard to totally sympathize with her. Plucked out of the warm intimacy of a blog setting she tends to come across as brittle, self-centered and self-satisfied. Though she takes great pains to portray her relationship with Mr. Frog as being already doomed, she doesn't create enough of a case for us to really feel like we can side with her when it comes to the affair and everything after. After reading the book I decided to check out the real Petite Anglaise blog that started it all. There she comes off as naturally engaging, funny, self-deprecating, and warm and loving to her daughter. Unfortunately, since she confesses many times over to embroidering and glossing when it comes to the blog version of her reality, I'm inclined to believe that the book probably comes closer to the real truth of the matter. On one hand you have to admire her gumption for daring so much honesty, on the other--any of her blog readers who flocked to this are bound to feel let down, if not a bit betrayed. As so many online daters have probably realized over the years, sometimes the illusion is better than the reality.

  • CS
    2018-10-25 23:52

    Eh. As someone who has been an expat, my expectations were for a book that spoke about cultural clashes, the amusing and frustrating interactions of daily life in a country not your own. And since I've always harbored a desire to live in Paris, I was looking forward to an expat's insights.Instead, the book is a dreary apologia for why the author cheated on her boyfriend. The bulk of the pages are devoted to detailing a prosaic love affair that feels doomed from day one and, yeah, that's what happens.Petite Anglaise is exhibit one why bloggers shouldn't necessarily get book deals. A blog is very different in intent, structure and expectation from a full-length book, and I've noticed that when bloggers try to expand their writing beyond a daily journal entry, they fall down on structure and especially pacing. Sanderson mentions some blog posts - such as her reaction to watching a young man caress his girlfriend's hand as it rests on a Metro pole, only to realize the hand didn't belong to the girlfriend after all - that I wish had been in the book. But that level of wit and observation apparently remained on the computer screen instead of the printed page.Instead, Sanderson navel gazes, and tries to her life sound romantic and tragic - but navel lint is just, well, lint at the end of the day. She does make Tadpole, her daughter, into a delightful character but Tadpole's father, Mr. Frog, never rises above a stereotypical British pantomime villain. And her new lover is similarly just a sketch instead of a real person - probably because it seems Sanderson never really knew him in the first place. But that's a conclusion drawn by the reader, not by Sanderson, who seems resistant to learning lessons - or at least to sharing them on the page.