Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell, 14 of 52

I’m sitting here typing up my latest book review whilst the delightful Nigella Lawson presents a feast for the senses on telly. Gosh that burghul salad looked good…easily…distracted…onto…my…review.

OK, true confessions. Another dud that I decided to ditch half-way through. Do I sound disgruntled? Absolutely. I was truly let down by this book. I have engaged with the debate on books to movies and movies to books before. I do think it can be done, I think it is better to read the book first; much easier to be grumpy with a movie that goes for 180 minutes, rather than devoting a week to a disappointing read.

In this instance I saw the movie first, starring the wonderful Meryl Streep and Amy Adams, which is not my preference. The movie was a lovely celebration of all things good, wholesome and entertaining about amateur cooking. I know zilch about Julia Childs, but I am tempted to read her biography by her Nephew Alex Prud’Homme on her life in France. I am a Francophile not in a demonstrative material way, but in an organic soulful way. If I could slow my life down soon and learn French and save up to go to Europe, then all would be well in my universe. This is why I loved this movie, it was in France and it had a soul that the book completely lacked. The movie was a cleverly and intelligently crafted piece of art – the book isn’t!

I have been worrying that I am being a particularly harsh critic, or just too overwhelmed with the chaos that is my life to actually read a book properly and do it justice. So I snuck around to Amazon to see what types of reviews were given to this book. I was not alone in my frustration  and dismay with the book and that was sufficient reason for me to give up reading it any further. Before I hit Amazons website, I visited the original blog for the Julie/Julia Project, and just wished that she had retained her style from the blog. It was alive, interesting a bit quirky and she talked about the food a lot – what the book should have been. That was perhaps one of my biggest disappointments with the book, the food was a very low character in the story, it was all about Powell and her family, friends and relationships and they weren’t all that interesting.

So there you go, another review done and way, way, way off my target of 52 books in 52 weeks. I will be blogging some Anthropological books very soon as I immerse myself into my Thesis writing. Most of my reading of late has surrounded Primary Health Care, delivery of health services and decision making theories. Interesting stuff for me and will no doubt be appearing on my ‘yet to be created’ specialist blog soon.

Readability 4 out of 10

Cant put down rating 3 out of 10 

Recommend to others 0 out of 10

Do I want to read another book by this author – No

Wow I feel so cruel….


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