Old cover but I assume it's the same book on the inside. I picked this book up late on Thursday evening as I was trying decide on a new book to read. (I'm doing the Seattle Arts & Lectures/Public Library summer reading bingo which means I'm a little obsessed about how my next book fits into the total scheme these days.) Before I'd shifted from my position on the floor I'd inhaled all of the first section, "Antipasti." You could say I was hooked. You could say I'd beckoned the charming Italian server over and told her I'd have everything on the menu.
It's a book about food, about families, about sexuality, about regret, about making decisions, about sorrow, about loss, about memory, about life. Mostly, for me, it was about food. And about mothers. But I think that different readers will find different parts resonate with them more which is just what a good book does. I just finished it this afternoon (I truly gulped it down) so I can't say yet which parts will stick with me most but just now I'm thinking Monica has a lot in common with Proust. "What The Mouth Wants," however, is 95% shorter.