I don’t know about you, but I just love books that incorporate food into the story line. The kind of books that Joanne Harris writes. If you haven’t read any of her books, you need to go and buy all of them right now and check into a hotel so you don’t have any interruptions and just read them. Trust me, just do it. Hmmm, maybe I need to do that this weekend….
Anyway, I just finished this book:
and it was very entertaining (pun intended). It wasn’t written by Joanne Harris but by a new author (to me) Nancy Spillar.
It’s written from the viewpoint of a food writer who simply makes up all of these wonderful dinner parties that she writes about because she no longer gives parties of her own. She is forced into actually giving a dinner party which is the basis of the story, but the reader is invited into her world as she makes the preparations for the party. We get glimpses of her dysfunctional family and her own obsessive behavior. Anyone who is in love with food and cooking will probably enjoy this book.
My suggestion would be to finish the last few chapters in a warm tub with a nice glass of wine…..it’s that kind of book, you know what I mean?
Rocky Mountain Woman