I really want to read it. It sounds funny. It is about food. It takes place in my favorite places - New York City and Italy. It is non fiction (an admitted turn off) BUT written in the lyrical casualness of fiction. I really, honestly want to read it.
But I haven't. I have tried. I read a bit before bed, a bit before I read the paper instead, a bit while I brush my teeth. My bits add up to 40 pages.
Maybe it is not just right? Maybe it is just flat? Maybe I am not in the right place to appreciate it's flashback style? No, it is just a book club book. I really, honestly, and truly want to read them. It is just that my inability to meet deadlines is infecting my literary social life.
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