Perhaps I was influenced by Corinne’s and Lilly’s reviews of this book. Perhaps if I hadn’t read those, I would still have had the same reaction to the book. As it was, I couldn’t make it even 50 pages into it.
Many of Corinne’s and Lilly’s complaints are mine: Kim Sunee is unsympathetic, she tells more than shows, she’s not even very good — for a food memoir — at describing the smells, tastes, and feel of the food she’s cooking, eating or enjoying.
Honestly, I skipped around, read the ending, and chalked it up to me being much less hip, much less interested in self-discovery than the book wants from me.
There are better food memoirs out there, and better ways to spend my time.