Normally, I devour books. Given the time, I will plow through a novel as fast as possible; even books others might not see as "page turners". I'm a fast reader, and as I've mentioned in my previous post...I'm OCD. Once I start something, I usually focus all of my energy into that one thing (book, knitting project, film series, etc.) until it gets done.
This is not really the case with My Life in France. I find myself dawdling over each page, each story. It is as if I know that when I finish the book, I will long for its stories. Classic case of "please, don't let this book end!" Not only is Julia writing about my favorite place in the world, but she's also writing delicious stories about food and adorable anecdotes. I particularly love how her writing seems to follow her train of thought often from one unconnected (or remotely connected) tale to another. This book is a real gem!
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