So, maybe it's because I'm 29, childless, and not EVEN living in a loft in NYC that I'm feeling such dinstinct pangs from reading Julie Powell's Julie & Julia. I've just finished this book in quite the same manner in which I began; in tears. I identify with Julie on so many levels, it's scary. Mabye it's a modern girl's syndrome, maybe it's just a cook's eternal hunger.... Let's step back a moment. The saga that is the tale of Julie & Julia begins with a dinsgruntled, child-free, 29-year-old, temp secretary named Julie making the rash and visionary decision to cook her way through the ENTIRE tome that is Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year's time. That's over 500 technically severe and palate-challenging dishes, folks. Let's be realistic. How many of us would eat brains, kidneys, and failed aspic just because we said we would? When it comes to following through on a threat, very few of the tough guys in our society have the balls behind their tongues that they do behind their fists. I commend Julie on her accomplishment. I applaud her sticking through it. I thank her husband, Eric, for standing by her side as she cried in her gelatin. In the end, though, what I really feel toward Julie is envy. She was brazen. She was defiant. She was out on a limb. All of it for what? She questioned herself a million times. Ultimately, though, she was triumphant and satisfied. She accomplished something. Something unique, totally her own, and something exceedingly interesting to a multitude of people out there. I'm so incredibly jealous and so ridiculously famished for that "thing" of my own. Thank you for the hope, Julia!
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Thoughts on Julie & JuliaSo, maybe it's because I'm 29, childless, and not EVEN living in a loft in NYC that I'm feeling such dinstinct pangs from reading Julie Powell's Julie & Julia. I've just finished this book in quite the same manner in which I began; in tears. I identify with Julie on so many levels, it's scary. Mabye it's a modern girl's syndrome, maybe it's just a cook's eternal hunger.... Let's step back a moment. The saga that is the tale of Julie & Julia begins with a dinsgruntled, child-free, 29-year-old, temp secretary named Julie making the rash and visionary decision to cook her way through the ENTIRE tome that is Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year's time. That's over 500 technically severe and palate-challenging dishes, folks. Let's be realistic. How many of us would eat brains, kidneys, and failed aspic just because we said we would? When it comes to following through on a threat, very few of the tough guys in our society have the balls behind their tongues that they do behind their fists. I commend Julie on her accomplishment. I applaud her sticking through it. I thank her husband, Eric, for standing by her side as she cried in her gelatin. In the end, though, what I really feel toward Julie is envy. She was brazen. She was defiant. She was out on a limb. All of it for what? She questioned herself a million times. Ultimately, though, she was triumphant and satisfied. She accomplished something. Something unique, totally her own, and something exceedingly interesting to a multitude of people out there. I'm so incredibly jealous and so ridiculously famished for that "thing" of my own. Thank you for the hope, Julia!
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