Yep, you read it here first, I'm actually making decent headway on the books that have been gracing my sidebar for EONS! Eons I tell you. The book I'm petting hot and heaviest here lately is Julie and Julia, by Julie Powell. I have about 80 pages left, and I'm honestly wondering why in hell I'm on the computer when I could be nose-deep in the book and finishing it. I have a week off before the summer session starts, and my very detailed plan is to READ READ READ.
Nevertheless, I miss you bloggy peeps when I'm away, so I'm here to gush about this book. Chuck and I have been busily trying to get our freelance business going (we have a website now: http://www.daprixgraphics.com -- watch for a sidebar link soon) and I'm not the expert in this particular situation, so yesterday I found myself draped over the IKEA couch in the office watching him type and reading Julie and Julia. As he called around for quotes on silk screening and posters I would sporadically take the opportunity to share funny paragraphs that made me guffaw. I'm sure by the end of the day he felt as if he'd read Julie and Julia himself, but quite honestly, I had a good time chirping at him, and that was all that mattered at the time.
Speaking of funny bits, here's one now. And just to give you a little context so this makes a bit more sense, Julie and her husband Eric were living in a crappy (code: old) Long Island City apartment. Their pipes froze up for 80-some-odd hours and this little incident occurred some 30 hours into the adventure:
...neither shiraz nor Navarin Printanier will help melt the chill in relations. Eric thought it might. That night in bed he curled around me, kissed my shoulder, and in other ways made it entirely clear that he thought it was time for a thaw. I ignored it for as long as I could, then let out an aggravated sigh.
"What are you trying to do, exactly?"
"It's just--it's so cold in here, I thought we could--"
"What? Have sex? Eric! I stink of roasted lamb and three days of body odor! I haven't shaved! I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, and then I have to come back to this SHIT HOLE apartment at the end of the day and COOK some more! I DON'T want to have sex! I may NEVER want to have sex AGAIN!
Yep, she's brutally honest, wouldn't you say? If you're not already familiar with the premise of this book from my endless months of nattering (since it's all I've really been reading), go check it out at Amazon or Powell's. It's really a foodie's wet dream of a memoir, and Powell is ridiculously funny.
I also wrote a short review of the book for Bibliobuffet this week. The movie adaptation of Julie and Julia comes out on August 7th, and I'm really excited about it. Nora Ephron (You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle) is directing and it stars Amy Adams and Meryl Streep among others. Wanna squeee with me? Come on, you know you want to. Go watch the trailer at Yahoo! Movies or wherever you trail. It's worth it!
I'm probably the last foodie woman on the planet to read this memoir, but I really am enjoying it greatly. Better late than never! Oh, and thanks to Heatherific for sending this to me. You rock my socks, girl!