Sunday, July 25, 2010

And another summer book review:

I've been a reading monster this summer. Not since the summers of Burney Falls camping trips with Mom, Dad and Lis have I read so many books in one season. I credit this to two specific things:  the age of my kids and their relative ease, and my Kindle which makes it oh-so-easy to buy a new book right away when I finish the one before.  Consequently, I'm having one of the best summers ever.  And I say this with the fresh image of my decimated garden in my head--my beloved garden that I've worked on all summer--which was destroyed this weekend by loveable Hurley dog when we left town for one night.  *sigh*  Oh well.

On to a book review:

My Life in France by Julia Child and Alex Prud'homme

Remember how much I didn't love reading Julie and Julia, Julie Powell's book?  As you remember, I really wanted to.  But I couldn't.  Thankfully the opposite was true of My Life In France, which is culled from Julia and Paul Child's letters and writings from their time in France and Norway.  I (capital letters) LOVED IT.  I (big puffy appliqued heard) LOVED IT.  Loved.  All of the French dishes that seemed scary and weird in Julie Powell's book seemed natural and delicious in Julia Child's book.  The tone of the book was lightearted and it gave a peek into Ms. Child's personality, relationship with her husband, and France.

Oh, France.  I've wanted to visit you since my awkward high school French I days (when dad declared unceremoniously--and humourously) that France was "closed."  Today I visited your Impressionist painters' masterpieces, on loan from the rennovating Musee D'Orsay, at the de Young museum in San Francisco.  I studied your language, your dance, your art.  *sigh*  It's not in the cards for me to go anytime soon, but reading about your cooking, your people, your quaint markets... it made me a little envious of those who have been.

I didn't necessarily have any interest in French Cooking before or as a result of reading Julie Powell's book.  I can't say that I feel inspired now to crack open MtAoFC either, but My Life in France touched the part of my heart that has a fondness for cooking and for learning new things.  I love that Julia Child came to French Cooking late in life.  I love that she had to fight to earn the recognition and respect she eventually received.  This was a great book.

My recommendation: read it.  It's a good one.  I'd maybe venture as far as to say great.

P.S. E just finished reading The Art of Racing in the Rain and he loved it just as much as I did!

1 comment:

  1. Loved, loved, LOVED My Life in France. Wouldn't you have loved to have known Julia? She seemed so easy and fun!