Sunday, April 06, 2008
This book was entertaining, but I don't know that I got anything out of it, intellectually or morally. If you're interested in cooking food that was trendy in the late Seventies or early Eighties, there are plenty of recipes here. If you're more into reading a couple of hundred pages of someone agonizing over her serial adultery, there's that too. By the end, though, I didn't care much about Reichl, her boring first husband, her boss/lover, her second husband, or her brief foray into adoption. I did, however, have one burning question: If the thing she ate in China wasn't armadillo, what was it?
Posted by Amber at 10:51 PM