I really wanted to like this book, and I do somewhat because I think the writing was okay and there were a couple laugh-out-loud moments. However, the book was very "busy" and I think Powell tried to cram too much: family, friends, cooking, her blogging experience, her imagining Paul and Julia Childs' relationship, living in New York, and her job. She often used flashbacks or would be talking about cooking lobsters when suddenly she would recall an experience that happened at work, and maybe it's just me, but I was often confused and had to go a few paragraphs back to read again how this transition came to be. The author/narrator spent a lot of time complaining about her job, her apartment, and the whole world in general and was also a little narcissistic-- but hey it's a memoir so I guess I can forgive her for that. There was also a lot of profanity in the book, which I didn't mind, but some readers might.
Also, while researching this book I found out that she had written another memoir called Cleaving: A Story of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession. I read that Cleaving's released date was held back because this book talks about Powell's infidelity, and the movie people were worried that viewers would lose sympathy for the main character (Julie Powell). This was true for me reading the book. I couldn't help but think how she'll eventually cheat on her nice, supportive, patient husband.
I give this book 2.5 stars.
**I feel like I'm missing something from my review but I can't figure it out. I'm sorry, but it's late and I have an early start tomorrow. If there are questions, please just comment and I will answer it ASAP.**