Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell. “A culinary legend provides a frustrated office worker a new recipe for life.”
I’ve got the paperback version. 320 pages, size 1.9 x 13.2 x 19.8 cm. Published by Penguin Books. That being said, I also have the Kindle version! But because this is one of my favourite books, I am going to go old style and read the actual book!
I’ve probably read this book at least 9 times. I’ve watched the movie more! In fact, as I write this blog entry, it’s on. Right now. I’ve got Meryl Streep, Stanley Tucci and Amy Adams on my TV screen.
It’s my comfort movie because I watch it whenever I’m home ill. It fills me with hope that someday, my blog will mean something, that someone will read it and think, “Hey, that girl has something to say and she says it well!” That is the dream.
I love this book because it’s about someone I can relate to. I can relate to the experiences and it’s someone who knows about the Bataan Death March (which my grandfather was part of — he was a Philippine World War II veteran)! Every time I read it, I just smile. I would love to meet Julie Powell. I would love to pick her brains. I would love to say, “How in the world did you manage to start living the dream?!?”
Because that is the dream. To write. In my case it’s to write about food.
So I am about to embark into another journey into the world of Julie Powell challenging herself to cook through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. And, oh boy, am I going to enjoy this particular ride. Again.
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