Good Afternoon, Kittens.
As I mentioned earlier, I finished the book, Julie & Julia, the other day. And, here's my mini-review ...
I'm sure everyone knows the story by now: Bored NYC Office Temp hits upon the idea to cook every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1 in one year ... and to blog about it.
And, the blog takes off. She's popular. She's on the news. She's in the NYTimes. She lands a book deal. And a movie, which stars Meryl Streep and Amy Adams.
[Do I look jealous? Because I AMz!]
J&J chronicles that fascinating journey with poorly put together prose and lots and lots of whining. Lots. Of. Whining. Not to mention a sometimes sporadic timeline which I found confusing. Although I'm sure a lot of the whining was written for comedic effect, except for a few bright spots, I didn't find myself laughing (or silently chuckling, for that matter).
Plus, without giving anything away, the book had not one ... not two ... but THREE endings. None of which were very satisfying. The first ending was anti-climactic. The second was nonsensical. And, the third? It was annoying in a sort of "look how wonderful I am now" kind of way.
Which is not to say the book wasn't enjoyable. It was a fun, quick, light read. It just wasn't what I thought it could (and hoped it would) be. So, check it out from the library, borrow it from a neighbor, or put it on your Amazon Wish List and hope someone else buys it for you (Thanks, again, Dr. Liz!). Spend *your* hard earned dollars on something else ... like buying gin for me!