This is a warning to all who were charmed by Julie & Julia, the movie: do not, absolutely do not venture to read the bore of a book by Julie Powell that it was based upon.
The memoir packs a potent dose of the obnoxious, pouting Powell (BARF! I had to stop reading because it was literally--or *literarily*--giving me a headache) with none of the Meryl Streep-sparkle.
If you want to read a memoir, and read something good, might I suggest The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls, who, having grown up poor in Appalachia living in a deplorable shack, pooping in a growing trash pit in the backyard, and digging through refuse for her meals, still does not complain as much as middle-class, mediocre writer Julie Powell.
ew, there's nothing more offensive than a bad book. It takes longer to read a bad book than watching a horrid movie. How do you get that lost time back?
ReplyDeletei read the glass castle awhile back and couldn't put it down! good one.
ReplyDeleteHa! I will give both a try!
ReplyDeletei love the "literarily" remark, as you know I would!
ReplyDeletehaha, yes, I always think of you when writing such remarks!
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