Although, I’ve read many different genres, I’ll be the first to admit that I tend to shy away from memoirs. I have found a few that I enjoy, but I’ve read an equal amount, if not more, that I didn’t really care for much at all. Ironically, some of those least favorites were touted by critics as “one of the best memoirs ever”. Or some similar hype.
It wasn’t until I saw the previews for the movie Julie and Julia, that I knew I had to read the book. Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell will go down as one of my favorite memoirs and I’d definitely recommend it for those looking for some funny, light-hearted reading. Although, her writing style carries a somewhat more sophisticated tone than my recent picks (and I willingly admit to finally giving up and “skipping over” the French food words), I still thoroughly enjoyed this book.
I’ll admit I was never really even a fan of the late Julia Child, either (may she rest in peace). But I didn’t have to be to enjoy this book.
It’s a book for those of us who enjoy cooking, or wish they did. Anyone who’s laughed at their own culinary disasters or managed to make a 7-course dinner party look effortless. For those who have ever been stuck in a dead end job and dreamt there could be something more to life…or for those who are still stuck and still dreaming.
Definitely a must read. 3.5 stars