I never formally reviewed Julie & Julia, by Julie Powell, but I’ve read it twice and recommended to friends who like to read and friends who like to cook. In fact, it inspired me to read Julia Child’s My Life in France, as well.
I’ve been hearing murmurs about the upcoming movie for a while, but kept forgetting to look for trailers. I just did, and found out that the trailer was released on April 29th, and the movie is coming on August 7th, just ten days before my birthday. I shall consider it an early birthday present, especially as it stars Meryl Streep and Amy Adams.
Is there a book that you wish you could “unread”? One that you disliked so thoroughly you wish you could just forget that you ever read it?
While I’m generally a fan of Neil Gaiman, his book American Gods, which many think is his seminal work, really disturbed me, and I’d happily erase certain scenes from my memory if I could.
Was the book bad? No. I just didn’t enjoy it.
I also hated Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West, because it is, quite possibly, the most unrelentingly dark and depressing novella ever published, and reading it made me feel slimy and grimy, and I had to take a bubble bath AND a shower in order to feel better.