Fiona Lewis Mistakes Were Made (Some in French)

Having lived a perfectly satisfactory life in California for over two decades, Fiona Lewis wakes up one day in her fifties and asks herself, Is this it? Is this the existence I'm meant to have? She can hardly complain. After all, her life has been full of adventure and privilege: London and Paris in the '60s, Los Angeles in the heady '70s. Now, however, she feels lost, as if she were slipping backward over the edge of a ravine, abandoned not only by her old self, but by that reliable standby, optimism. Realizing she has to find a way to reinvent herself, she impulsively buys a rundown chateau in the South of France. (Her husband is not pleased.) Alone in the depths of the countryside, she contemplates her childhood, her affairs--Roman Polanski, Roger Vadim--her years as an actress in some good and some questionable films, and her first Hollywood marriage to the damaged son of a movie star. As the renovation drags on, fighting with a band of impossible French workmen, she is forced to battle her own fears: her failure to become a real success, her inability to have children, and her persistent fear of aging. And she has to contend with her husband, who has no interest in the French countryside. In fact, he resents her obsession with France, with the house, with the renovations. The house seems to have a hold over her, and he's not wrong. He reluctantly visits and is annoyed by the cost of the renovation. Was she not content with him in LA? Why can't she just be happy? It's an age-old question and one every woman must confront, along with aging, lost love, and missed opportunities. Yet, Fiona's wit and wisdom prevail. And this provocative, brave memoir takes a stunning turn when all those unanswered questions develop into a tender and unexpected romance.