Although this book was enjoyable to read and I was thoroughly thrilled to read a book centred around food and cooking, there were a few things which made reading to the end a complete drag.
It was way too long for a start. Jools had so many meltdowns that in the end they meant nothing as there had been one three pages before and will be another coming along shortly. I think the mother storyline should have been edited out. It didn't go anywhere, and just added more pages.
Speaking of mothers, considering this book was about motherhood Jools did very little mothering of her own. She spent most of her time whining, online, or drinking. The kids were taken care of by her army of babysitters. I don't understand why the woman was ever tired or unkept when her father, 2 brothers, husband, mother-in-law, and friends were always looking after the children or tidying the house. Maybe she's just a lazy slob looking for an excuse. I thought it was really rich of her to insult Tom and Kitty for having nannies, when she spent 5 minutes looking after her own children.
Which leads me to 'the enemies' (the author was totally writing about Jamie Oliver, she doesn't even hide it). They are totally unbelievable. There was no redeeming moment with them. They were just all bad. They were (insert Dr Evil here) eeeevvvvviiiiilllll. Humans aren't like that. They were like the cartoon bad guy who gets his comeuppance to the delight of the crowd. It was not believable.
Jools was also an immature, emotionally unstable nutcase. Someone gives her the slightest insult and she's gun's blazing. Who cares if a celebrity chef doesn't like her opinion? Why does it matter? She has no respect for her husband whatsoever. He tells her time and again that he doesn't like the media intrusions, and every day she just makes it worse and worse. I was hoping he'd leave her and find a woman who actually cares about someone besides herself.
I would have enjoyed this book far more if Jools had been a better character. If she had actually behaved like a mother instead of just claiming to be one.
I enjoyed the interactions of the characters around Jools. I felt like I was part of the family whenever the whole cast of characters were anywhere. I think it would have been a great book had Jools decided that it was better to learn to cook for her family instead of taking on a caricature of Jamie Oliver. I feel like Jools learnt nothing. The real story got lost in the celebrity worship.