I have found a new literary niche to explore.
Much like I dove headfirst into the lush and lusty world of chick lit not too long ago, I am currently immersed in the wonderful world of food memoirs. I am talking memoirs, autobiographies and essay collections by food critics, chefs, restaurateurs and the rest of these fantastic kinds of people.
I recently finished The Sweet Life in Paris by the one and only David Lebovitz. He who was a major player in choosing which gelaterias to hit in Rome. And I am midway through Tender at the Bone by Ruth Reichl. I have fallen in and out of love with autobiographies over the course of my life as a reader but I think food-based autobiographies are a subgenre I will never tire of. They read like normal autobiographies, full of nostalgic childhood tales and remembrances of embarrassing pasts, but interspersed with recipes (that I am actually interested in reading) and descriptions of food experiences.
This is where it's at, folks. This is where it's at.
J
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- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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