I had the good fortune to be able to read this novel prior to, and during a trip to Paris, France. I am a self-described foodie (though I dislike the term). I am that person who is constantly inundating social media with food pics, tries to shop locally and seasonally, and enjoys cooking a good meal. I knew that Julia Child was a tour de force in the cooking world, as she practically introduced French cooking to the United States, and a charming and captivating woman, but I have really fallen in love with her. This book is outstanding, and a must read for anyone with a passion for food.
Julia Child moved to France with her husband Paul in 1941. She was a curious and self-sufficient woman who wanted to take all the bites out of life, and embarked on a culinary journey that would define her life. Not only is this book a story of her rise to fame as a chef and authority on French cooking in America, but it is a love story of the wonderful relationship between she and her husband. They were supportive and kind adventurers who had lives well-lived. Some of my favorite parts of the book (other than that mouth watering descriptions of dishes) were the anecdotes about their personal lives and struggles to connect with family members with ideological differences. These tales were poignant and really helped to paint a full picture of who she was. Also, the inclusion of pictures, especially the Valentine’s Day cards they sent out every year to family and friends, was especially delightful.
Sitting outside of her apartment in France and reading this book made me so darn happy. To be on the same streets that she was on, was just an outstanding experience.
