Ok. I lied on my status. I marked it as finished. Well, I did not finish reading the book, but I was finished trying.
Everything about this book called my name. The title...quirky, suggesting laughter and wisdom and down-home charm. The cover....depicting quirky down-home, country living. The reviews...promising laughter and charm. The inside cover....a single mother struggling to raise her children and to make sense of her life.
There was one recipe for Amish Friendship Bread which could be useable, but the other "recipes for life" which I could have found intriguing were downright strange and depressing...such as Earthling Junket and Horror Tostadas.
Main character Gabby Fulbriten is living in Leadbelly, Vermont. I never got a visual image of her; only a chalky outline. Her three children were mentioned from time to time but I have no idea where they were while Gabby is beating up life. She had no interaction with them as a mother and what interactions she had with her neighbors was impersonal and remote. Clearly, the woman was depressed. Like Gabby, the plot of this book never took more than a shadowy image for me. It was not a story, but Gabby's own rantings and ramblings that, covered Shakespeare, hair loss, McDonald's and religious fanatics.
I gave up trying to understand this book. I had better luck with Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar, and this book was just as dark and disturbing to me. But at least I knew what to expect from Plath and I was prepared. Gabby just boggled my mind. Sorry. Some of you just may like this one. It just wasn't the recipe for a good story for my taste.