Phoebe is pregnant, and the father is out of the picture. She decides to take a semester off from Yale and move to Paris, where she will have the baby with the help of her girlhood friend (now a star of the Folies Bergere) and give it up for adoption to a nice French couple. She falls in love with an artist, the son of wealth, and has adventures until the baby comes.
The story starts well, but then segues into reading Phoebe's teenage journal, where she tells a story, admits it's a lie, re-tells it, then give the reality version. By this time I was kind of tired of her and her behavior, and I was glad to see the book end. Not horrible, but not terribly good either. ( )