By Fiona Lewis
Having lived a wonderfully passable lifestyles in California for over twenty years, Fiona Lewis wakes up at some point in her fifties and asks herself, Is this it? Is this the lifestyles I’m intended to have? She can rarely whinge. in the end, her existence has been filled with event and privilege: London and Paris within the ’60s, l. a. within the heady ’70s. Now, despite the fact that, she feels misplaced, as though she have been slipping backward over the sting of a ravine, deserted not just by means of her outdated self, yet by means of that trustworthy standby, optimism. figuring out she has to discover the way to reinvent herself, she hastily buys a rundown chateau within the South of France. (Her husband isn't pleased.)
on my own within the depths of the geographical region, she contemplates her adolescence, her affairs––Roman Polanski, Roger Vadim––her years as an actress in a few sturdy and a few questionable movies, and her first Hollywood marriage to the broken son of a film big name. because the upkeep drags on, battling with a band of very unlikely French workmen, she is compelled to conflict her personal fears: her failure to develop into a true good fortune, her lack of ability to have little ones, and her chronic worry of aging.
and he or she has to cope with her husband, who has little interest in the French geographical region. actually, he resents her obsession with France, with the home, with the renovations. the home turns out to have a carry over her, and he’s no longer unsuitable. He reluctantly visits and is frustrated by means of the price of the protection. used to be she now not content material with him in l. a.? Why can’t she simply be happy?
It’s an age-old query and one each lady needs to confront, besides getting older, misplaced love, and overlooked possibilities. but, Fiona’s wit and knowledge be successful. And this provocative, courageous memoir takes a beautiful flip while all these unanswered questions become a young and unforeseen romance.