Jonathan's review
Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen
by Julie Powell
Sure sure, these people are lame and the book generally sucks. But most of these books reflecting personal journals do. Most people would seem a bit lame, especially when their day to day is printed as if its worth your time to read. I blame Anne Frank. Her journal was significant. Girls everywhere wish theirs will be too.
I read this while on a diet, so I particularly enjoyed reading about the food she made. I lived vicariously through her bad diet. I gave it more stars. I will remove one, however, because I'd forgotten about the lame husband.
The book itself never developed much of a plot though, so don't worry, you didn't miss a thing.
I just like when Jonathan talks about smelling his fingers. Reminds me of the old days.
Jonathan's review
Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen by Julie Powell
Jonathan's review
rating:
bookshelves:
food,
time-i-wish-i-had-back
I read The Scavengers Guide to Haute Cuisine, and I really liked it. I figured this book would be along the same lines. Yeah, well, it wasn't. Instead of a book about cooking, it was a book about a whiny, pseudo-intellectual woman who tries to cook because her life is otherwise crappy. Please tell me how cooking an entire Julia Child cookbook will improve your life. Actually, don't, because that is the premise for this book and it sucked.
Oh, and reading about her husband was cringe-worthy. This wimp drinks vodka tonics, gets shaving tips from gq, and has regular, uncontrollable vomiting episodes. Hey guy, maybe when your balls finally descend from your body cavity you can write a book about that. Then both you and your wife can have lame books published.
For the sake of fair reviewing, I only made it through just over half of this before I became too repulsed to read on. So maybe it turns out awesome. Maybe she gets all the recipes cooked. Maybe her husband and her ...more
Oh, and reading about her husband was cringe-worthy. This wimp drinks vodka tonics, gets shaving tips from gq, and has regular, uncontrollable vomiting episodes. Hey guy, maybe when your balls finally descend from your body cavity you can write a book about that. Then both you and your wife can have lame books published.
For the sake of fair reviewing, I only made it through just over half of this before I became too repulsed to read on. So maybe it turns out awesome. Maybe she gets all the recipes cooked. Maybe her husband and her ...more
Sure sure, these people are lame and the book generally sucks. But most of these books reflecting personal journals do. Most people would seem a bit lame, especially when their day to day is printed as if its worth your time to read. I blame Anne Frank. Her journal was significant. Girls everywhere wish theirs will be too.
I read this while on a diet, so I particularly enjoyed reading about the food she made. I lived vicariously through her bad diet. I gave it more stars. I will remove one, however, because I'd forgotten about the lame husband.
The book itself never developed much of a plot though, so don't worry, you didn't miss a thing.
I just like when Jonathan talks about smelling his fingers. Reminds me of the old days.