After I read “At Home in France,” I did what I always do, I wanted to know what the author did after she published it. Author Ann Barry was not able to share more tales of her life in her second home near Carennac, France, since she died of cancer at age 53 and sadly the book was printed posthumously.

We have things in common; she was from St. Louis, a city I now call home, and a graduate of St. Louis University, where my husband teaches. If she was still a live, I might have reached out to her, but regrettably this is not possible.

Now for the review, she provided a vivid picture of her day-to-day life in France. This was her second home, she was always an outsider, but she was able to become friends with some of the locals and share insights into their lives in this pastoral setting. She gave the reader glimpses of the French language sharing her translations throughout. Her meticulous notes made you feel like you were with her watching the sunrise over the hills or grabbing a French baguette. I wished she had lived longer, more tales of France, but this was to be the end of her journey in life as in the book.