book; bonk

[flea]

Book read: Julie & Julia, by Julie Powell. The author is the woman who blogged cooking all the recipes in Julia Child's Matering the Art of French Cooking (524) in 1 year. I never read the blog, though I read some media coverage of it. The book had some thing about it I liked, but more things I thought were serious errors of pitch. I would have liked it more as a straighter account of cooking; as it stands it's as if the author, or her editor, or someone, said, "Cooking? Boring. What this book needs is some Chick Lit." I just didn't care about Julie's travails moving to Long Island City, or her friends' sex lives, or how boring it is to work as a secretary. It got better and more about the food towards the end. But I had to force myself to finish it.

Bonk: Casper whacked her forehead really really really hard on the windowsill right before bed. The goose-egg began developing immediately, and as the offer of ice sent her into hysterics, it's probably bigger now. She seemed fine (talking sensible, not unduly sleepy or nauseated, slept normally overnight, still asleep now which is normal), so apparently no serious brain-sloshing, but, ow. She's been really accident-prone this month. Photo may follow.

Comments

[vwbug.livejournal.com]

Awwww! Poor Casper!

[jesseh.livejournal.com]

I really liked Julie and Julia, but it was definitely not a book about cooking.

[susanw.livejournal.com]

Yep. I liked it because I could relate so well to the underachiever's career angst aspects, but I could've done with a lot less friends' sex lives and a lot more food.