I really wanted to like this book. I read it when half asleep on my flight to Kauai, when I wasn’t sleeping. I thought once I landed and had some sleep it would get better. But it didn’t.
I must explain why I didn’t like it. I expected this to be a book all about cooking and the author’s adventures in working her way through The Art of French Cooking, Part I. I expected each chapter to be about a different recipe. Instead, it also included much about her personal life. And that is the problem. That part of her life wasn’t interesting. I found Julie to be very whiny and just not very pleasant. Also, the writing wasn’t that great. Maybe I would have liked it more had I been a blog follower, but somehow I doubt it. And if I would have read reviews, I would have known what it was about. I probably still would have bought it though.
Even though all of the recipes included meat, the cooking parts were the most enjoyable, with the exception of the killing of live lobsters part. That was a little rough to read. And there were parts that were amusing and funny.
Mrs. Powell received some flak about her language. But that didn’t really bother me at all. It was her attitude that bothered me.
Overall, although this wasn’t the worst book I’ve ever read, I can’t really recommend it to you. Unfortunately.
