“Sometimes real passion means living the life you’ve always wanted.”
NO MAJOR SPOILERS
What do you do when your husband leaves you, the divorce is final, and basically all you get is the house that you subconsciously don’t want? You ignore the fact that the furnace needs repaired and let it blow up. Then you move to an apartment complex lovingly referred to as Splitsville by the tenants. So begins Madame Mirabou’s School of Love.
But if the title gives you visions of the female tenants of the complex receiving words of wisdom from a perpetually happily married matriarch while they all sip wine you’re going to be surprised.
This is a charming little book that lightly delves into the art of perfumery. Sprinkled throughout the narrative are descriptions of different scents, when to use them and the memories they invoke. This is a nice addition to the story; informative without being intrusive.