And once again, I dug into the new book instead of the others in my stack. Or, more precisely, stacks.
Mostly what I want to say about well known food writer Ruth Reichl's first novel is that I just wanted to climb inside the pages and live there.
I will also add this.
The mystery she unfolds through the course of the book could have easily been solved early on with a little bit of Googling instead of old-fashioned, heads-together, pavement-pounding sleuthing.
But that would have been like inhaling fast food.
If there is anything Ruth Reichl knows how to do, it is to weave the slow magic of good food--the scents and sights, the textures and tastes--through and around city streets, satisfying work, family and friends, and drinking it all in deeply. Of course she would take the long way around to solve the mystery.
Since I can't climb into a story someone else created, I've got to pay more attention to my own.
Less fast food. Less Internet surfing. Less of everything that is skimmed over and barely remembered by the end of the day.
More real food. More real people. More real conversation. More real life.
1 comment:
Looks like a fun read!
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