#REVIEW | The French Impressionist by Rebecca Bischoff | @amberjackpub

The French Impressionist

by Rebecca Bischoff

The French Impressionist

Paperback, 250 pages | Published December 6th 2016 by Amberjack Publishing

Rosemary is fifteen and gloriously free, on her own for the very first time. Part of an exchange program for aspiring artists, she arrives in sunny southern France with a single goal: she doesn’t plan to leave, ever. She wants a new life, a new family, and a new identity. But her situation, crafted from lies big and small, is precarious.

Desperate to escape haunting images from her past and a stage one helicopter parent, Rosemary struggles to hide her lack of artistic talent and a communication disorder that has tormented her all her life. She believes her dream of a new start will come true, until she unwittingly finds herself enveloped in a decades-old mystery that threatens to ruin her only chance for success. Determined to stay, Rosemary must choose whether or not she’ll tell the biggest lie of all, even if it means destroying the life of someone she cares about.
Dramatic, heartwarming, and full of teenage angst, The French Impressionist perfectly captures the struggle of those who feel they have no voice, and also shows the courage it takes to speak up and show the world who we really are.

Rebecca Bischoff

Rebecca Bischoff currently resides in Idaho with her family and works as a speech-language pathologist. She loves helping others, especially kids and teenagers, discover their own unique voices and learn to share who they are with the world. When she isn’t writing, she loves to read, spend time with her kids, and make awkward attempts to learn foreign languages. She is drawn to all things both French and Italian, used bookstores, and anything made out of chocolate.

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Advance Praise

“A deeply unsettling portrait of love, psychological abuse, and the hell of good intentions.” – Kirkus Reviews

 *Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review*

“I’m here because I lied. A lot. I know it was wrong, but I don’t care. I got away. My world is no longer black and white. It’s alive with colour. Blues and greens have melted together into a perfect painting of sea and sky.”

Rosemary, The French Impressionist

A brilliant opening line, honest, truthful and intriguing. It sets the tone. Beautifully descriptive. Yes a little wordy but I adore it.

The French Impressionist is centred around Rosemary and it makes you ask..What is she running from? What did her family do to her that running away was the only option? Why has she led such a sheltered life?

My name is Rosemary, and I have a communication disorder. It has a name, too, but I can’t even say it. So there you have it.

Rosemary, The French Impressionist

And now we know…the big secret!

Rosemary’s communication disorder has made it extremely difficult for her to lead a normal life and as such her mother has painstakingly sheltered her to the point of suffocating her. There’s more to the story a tragic event that shaped the futures of both Rosemary and her mother {you’ll really want to read it to find out} 

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This runaway plan to find herself another family has her delving into situations that she has not right poking a nose into but it also puts her right on a path to finding love.

Gavin is a little mocking in his first meeting with Rosemary, I don’t believe he means to mock but Rosemary is already damaged that teasing/mocking cuts her deep. They both feel a connection.

Au revoir, Pumpkin Head. You are gone.

Rosemary, The French Impressionist


Rosemary is more fortunate than she knows she has a great support system in both her best friend and her family. Yes – she desperately wants to be normal but what she doesn’t realise is normal is boring.


Difference brings our imaginations to life…to see the world like Leonardo Da Vinci who too was a little different in his own way

What would it be like to be normal? To have a brain that wasn’t wired to make me sound like an idiot every time I opened my mouth?

Rosemary, The French Impressionist


What’s lovely about the way Rebecca Bischoff crafts her novel is that there were a number of things going on but it never felt like damn woman, please stop through another curve ball just for the sake of it.

It’s like a tapestry each section was lovingly crafted to intertwine and help you gracefully move through the story. To understand that people should not be judged for the appearance or their perceived disabilities that they too have more to give.

I’m selfish. I have been all along. I chose Sylvie and Émile as my host family only because they lost a son. I chose them only because Sylvie has suffered so much in her life I knew I’d find a compassionate, loving soul who would embrace me. And I hate myself for it.

Rosemary, The French Impressionist

The realisation of selfishness, the growth of character that her selfish needs could bring great harm to the people she cares for, that she was prepared to use a grieving families grief to improve her situation. Rather then face her problem face on. TO SPEAK.

I give it……

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Score: 4/5 

So,The French Impressionist, have you read it? What did you think about it? Whatever you think, comment below, let me know!

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