Just read (most of) (I skipped a bunch) Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French by John von Sothen.
Pretty disappointing. Mainly about his own self-absorbed life than anything else, and only sometimes about his self-absorbed life in France.
This book exemplifies the worst of ex-pat books--yeah, I went to France, live in France, married a French person, bought property in France, so now I'll just tell you what I did and experienced. And then I just throw in my own musings about any number of things, whether they have anything to do with France or not.
You know, just so I can meet the minimum word count demanded by my publisher. I'll tell you all about my life growing up in the US and about my parents and my predilections for certain substances. It'll be fun.
But, wait, there more--more tired writing and cliches and weak attempts at humor. (I think I laughed precisely once and groaned a lot.)
And I got this thing published because I'm a "journalist" and wrote a few things for publication.
Best bit is that he came to call Aix-en-Provence "Sex-en-Vacance" after his junior year abroad there.
Some insights into learning French and dealing with French people, but overall just not even mediocre.