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.