First of all, I have to admit this novel has a lot of charm. It is honest, and can actually pass as well-written. However, I do have to say that I did not know if I wanted to root for Julia or simply toss this book of hers to my “did not finish, never to be picked up again” pile. But I knew that if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to write a fair review. So I finished it.
The premise is interesting enough, and as I said, the author can write well. But throughout the book, I found her to be a little too self-indulgent, even for a memoir. There was not much humor, not much wit, not much thought. In truth, after reading this, I found myself to be a little bit depressed. Her “opinions” about her family, friends, politics, 9/11, Republicans, I found, were actually a bit offensive. I understand that this is a memoir, coming from a blunt blog, but please, there is no need to be this rude.
On a positive note, I wish I have just passed this one up and just watch the movie, mainly because of Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. And on the other hand, I wish I had just read more about Julia Child and her husband instead of Julie Powell.
Spare yourself, try not read it. You really don’t have to.