Evelyn Lee's Reviews > Life Without a Recipe
Life Without a Recipe
The metaphorical comparisons to food and cooking, plus lovely and poetic writing at the beginning and end of this book were absolutely wonderful. But, strangely, the writing totally changed during the whole section after adopting her baby and and dealing with no sleep and endless crying and screaming. She did not return to the metaphorical style of prose until a solution was found to finally soothe the baby. Was this on purpose? Does raising a baby suck one's creativity and artistry away? A large section of this book was about dealing with the baby. I imagine mothers would appreciate and commiserate. I just felt exhausted for the author, and I myself felt frustrated and trapped in that section of the book, until the story finally moved on to other happenings and relationships in the author's life.
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