Thursday, September 10, 2009

Dinner and a Book

Make that a Book and Dinner. (I always save the best for last.)

I found this book at, of all places, the "New Fiction" shelf at our puny local library. I liked the title, the cover photo, the title font. (Yes, all three are key.)

I'm not interested in writing an unabridged book review, so I'll just say this: 3 out of 4 stars. I wanted to spend time with the book and had a tinge of trouble putting it down before bed, though I've certainly known worse (or better, as the case may be). The writing was more beautiful than the book itself, which was an interesting combination of novel and memoir. It read like a thinly veiled autobiography, which I really have no problem with. (James Frey - all you had to do was be honest! We still woulda loved you, man.)

*I feel compelled to highlight that this is not Christian fiction. It is not without a hearty dose of grit.*

And now that I am absolved of misguiding a well-meaning potential reader, I will share my favorite line. (There were many, but I know "the one" when I see it.)

"He honestly didn't see how his poverty-stricken heart could afford to lose the currency of her loving nature."

I'm telling you, the man knows his way around the English language. (Oh yeah, the author is a He. Always nice for a change of pace.)

Now - Dinner!

Cobb salad.

Red Romaine. Tomatoes from the garden. Avocado. Feta. Cooked and crumbled bacon (courtesy of Grandma's Pantry). Lemon and herb Rotisserie chicken (courtesy of Meijer). Balsamic Dijon vinaigrette (courtesy of Google).


Just - Yum.