I don't know about you, but my to-be-read pile seems to grow by the minute. (Or maybe it's breeding. Well, we're approaching Easter, famous for rabbits ... and you know what they say ....)
I have a load of wonderful cozy reads sitting there gathering dust. I'm eager to dive into Julie Hyzy's latest (Eggsecutive Orders) and Jenn McKinlay's first Cupcake Bakery mystery (Sprinkle with Murder), but I don't like to read fiction while I'm furiously at work on my own writing. (Can you say "beach reads" -- or in my case, "cottage reads?")
That's why I either read old favorites, or non-fiction.
I was quite taken with the movie Julie and Julia. I saw it at the theater and asked for and got it on DVD for Christmas. I think I've now seen it about seven times. (When I like something, I like it a LOT!) So it was a no-brainer when I hit the bookstore the other day to grab a copy of Julia Child's "My Life In France," which half of the movie was based on.
I'm about a quarter of the way through the book and I love it. Maybe it's because I love food (which isn't hard to tell if you've seen me in person). But her intimate portrait of the Paris she knew in the late 1940s sounds wonderful (if not a little chilly in winter). And her husband, Paul, who definitely stood in her shadow during the last half of their lives together, was a gifted photographer. It's wonderful to see his photographs that chronicled where they went and what they did--and with whom.
I'm looking forward to getting lost in some of my friends' cozy mysteries, but right now, I'm enjoying this real slice of Julia Child's Life.
What was the last piece of non-fiction you read?