Mediocre* Book Review #1
*Where mediocre always refers to the review (and hopefully not the book) TM
I just (not) finished Julie & Julia: 365 days, 524 recipes, 1 tiny apartment kitchen, by Julie Powell.
Yep. You read that right. I didn’t finish it.
I wanted to like the book. I wanted to like the author. Desperately, even. But I could not bring myself to dig this book. I tried - I read 3/4 before I decided tonight to be done. Julie Powell is a temp in Long Island who is approaching 30 and needing a cause to live, basically. She decides to take her mom’s copy of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and cook through the entire book in one year. And document The Julie/Julia project on her blog. First comes the project, then comes the blog, then comes the book deal in the baby carriage! Or something like that.
Honestly, I think I didn’t get into the book because I wanted it to be like what the blog probably is. More food, less “woe is me, I’m turning 30, I live in a terrible apartment and have weird friends.” Additionally, I hate the F word. You won’t hear me cuss, and I generally don’t love it when others do. But I won’t run away screaming “sinner - you’re saying bad words!!!” I can take the cuss words when they’re salt and peppa’d throughout. But the F word was used as liberally as butter in this book. And it was too much for me to take, thankyouverymuch.