The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry

I wouldn't call this book terrible, but it was, how do I put this kindly? flat and uneventful... not exactly exciting reading. this memoir would suit people who wants a slow, languorous, dreamlike narrative of the life we wish we could have: living in Paris with a hot boy friend. Perhaps I made the mistake of getting a book about a woman's cooking adventures when I find the activity eyerollingly boring. so imagine being subjected to pages of cooking... I guess I am the wrong target audience for this!

I would have loved to know about the inner conflict she had, like there were glimmers of how she felt uncertain about here path - maybe she should just get a corporate job again and earn some money. But that is abandoned. a pity - I would have liked to know how that journey turned out.

Flinn loses her high-pressure job and finds herself unexpectedly able for the first time in her life to pursue her dreams; Flinn decides to spurn her former life and head off to Le Cordon Bleu, the world's most renowned cooking school. It doesn't take long for reality to hit her. All her cooking efforts meet with a barrage of criticism and scorn. Did she make the right decision? Has she given up everything and spent all her savings for nothing? Flinn slowly comes to a new view of her life, her loves, and her vocation as she suffers through attempting the soufflés and the sauces of French cooking.