Julie and Julia – Book Review, Sort Of

by marcipenn

I just finished reading Julie and Julia by Julie Powell. It’s a memoir about a woman who cooks her way through Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking…in a year. I’m sure you’ve heard of it – who hasn’t? Meryl Streep played Julia Child in the movie, so…if you haven’t heard of it you might literally be living under a rock.

Anyway, it’s recent to me because I just read it, but actually the book is like 8 years old. I was thinking two or three years at the most – but I just looked at the copyright date and my copy was printed in 2005. Which was 8 years ago – which is a crazy thought unto itself. Where have the first 10 years of the 2000s gone? One moment I’m in the 6th grade picking popcorn out of my braces as I celebrate the millennium with my best friend, and the next thing I know I’m almost 25, working in a cubicle under florescent lighting, and it’s half way through 2013.

But, I digress.

This book was good. It was laced with profanities – and there were moments when I wanted to shake the author by her shoulders and tell her to take care of herself. But more than that it was kind of inspiring. She was working a dead end temp job, started a cooking project and it effectively changed the course of her life. In the meantime, she didn’t mind her job so much because she had something else bringing her joy. I guess I’m on that quest.

I realized today that even if I moved up the “corporate ladder” at my job, it would still be just that – a corporate ladder, which is almost the most repulsive thing I can think of. I like the people I work with (mostly) and the job pays well for how easy it is (mostly) – so I’m going to try to turn that into a blessing and use my extra brain space to start a new project. The possibilities are endless.

Any suggestions?