Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I Hate To Say It
...but this book keeps disappointing me. It seemed perfect. So pretty, so full of food and good writing. What could possibly go wrong? Snore, snore, double snore. It's boring, that's what. I mean to read a bit every night before I fall asleep, and as long as she keeps talking about the farmer's markets and eating in the season and missing coffee, I'm all ears. But then there's always a chapter on GM foods and heirloom grapefruits and bla bla bla and I just want to scream. What is wrong with me? This book has "Anna" written all over it. Maybe I'm turning into something new and horrible? Maybe this non-recommendation of a book, my first ever, is a sign of something very disturbing? Like me losing interest in the world of heirloom fruit? Sweet potato, I hope not.