I knew it would happen...and it did. I was no more than one paragraph into Julia Child's My Life in France when I felt it...that deep longing to pack all of my belongings and charter a transatlantic vessel that would drop me off in France. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love being an American. But to take Gertrude Stein's (I believe) famous quote and make it my own, Paris is the hometown of my heart.
While my previous read and this are both memoirs, that is where the comparisons end. This joyful book makes me want to travel often, laugh more and eat exquisite food. No, I have not seen the film Julie and Julia, although I'm sure to love it when I do (I have read the book). I don't have to watch a film to know - Julia Child lived a marvelous life without fear and most likely without regrets. What a woman!
I'm having trouble tearing myself away from this story long enough to go to work and live my own life. My enjoyment was enhanced the other night when my parents had us over for boeuf bourguignon...one of Julia's most famous recipes. It was phenomenal. I now understand why Julia loved to cook!!
I don't want this book to end!
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