When Eve Petworth writes to Jackson Cooper to praise a scene in one of his books, they discover a mutual love of cookery and food. Their friendship blossoms against the backdrop of Jackson's colorful, but ultimately unsatisfying, love life and Eve's tense relationship with her soon-to-be married daughter.
As each of them offers, from behind the veils of semi-anonymity and distance, wise and increasingly affectionate counsel to the other, they both begin to confront their problems and plan a celebratory meeting in Paris -- a meeting that Eve fears can never happen.
To start, the book is actually 228 pages. I don’t know why that doesn’t show up here on Goodreads.
For the majority of the book, I anticipated that I would end up giving 2 stars, but the final quarter of the story was satisfactory to the point that I hereby award 3 stars. Hurrah!
This books does not seem to contain action, drama, suspense, or really anything particularly exciting; and yet it was nice. I’m usually not one to seek out “slice of life” stories, and that is how I would characterize this, but I feel like this book acted as a literary palate-cleanser. I tend to gravitate toward books with a firm step outside of reality. (Fantasy, adventure, magic, etc.) Perhaps that’s why I found it a bit refreshing to read something relatively mellow. Plus, the lovely descriptions of food don’t hurt.