Product Description

Having spent two years alone in France, doing his best to survive in a foreign land, and failing miserably to woo a dishy French copine, Michael Wright has everything he ever wanted. Yet he is still alone and - in a moment of rare self-knowledge - decides that the only way to find the girl of his dreams is to stop looking for her.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #173308 in Books
• Published on: 2010-07-22
• Original language: English
• Dimensions: 8.81" h x 1.50" w x 5.75" l, 1.44 pounds
• Binding: Hardcover
• 480 pages

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From the Inside Flap

How do you find the woman of your dreams when you are nearing forty, living in the middle of nowhere and spectacularly ungifted in the art of seduction?

Three years into his solo adventure in rural France, attempting to transform himself from soft townie into rugged peasant, Michael Wright believes he has everything he ever wanted: a ramshackle house on a scraggy hillside; several manly power tools; a cat, a grand piano and a vintage aircraft. Yet the lovelier his life becomes, the lonelier he becomes, too. Three unfulfilled wishes from his childhood begin to haunt him. He wants to grow one - just one - perfect potato. He wants to know, first-hand, how it feels to fly a Spitfire. And, more than anything, he wants to meet his soulmate.

Written with the same honesty, self-deprecating wit and life-affirming passion as his bestselling C'est La Folie, Michael Wright's heart-warming new book reveals how, while his sheep and chickens are bent on reproduction, a solitary man can learn to accept being single . . .

Or so he thinks until a magic alligator, a bumptious American labrador and the perils of landing a light aircraft conspire to offer a glimpse of a romance that promises to turn his whole world upside-down.

From the Back Cover

The more time I spend alone, close to nature, the more beautiful the world somehow becomes. And the more beautiful the world becomes, the sadder it seems to have no one with whom to contemplate it.

Yet I am almost forty years old. If I were going to meet someone perfect, wouldn't I already have met them by now, when our lives were still ahead of us, and before all the charming young women in the world had been snapped up by young men far more willing to commit than me?

About the Author
Born in Surrey in 1966, Michael Wright enjoyed an unfashionably happy education at Windlesham House and Sherborne and graduated from Edinburgh University with a degree in English Literature. He spent several years working as a theatre critic, arts columnist and literary diarist in London whilst wondering what to do when he grew up. The answer turned out to lie in rural France, where he now lives.