Falling victim to the old proverb

I judged this book by it's cover

I judged this book by it’s cover

This book was horrible, but then I suppose I can’t only review the good stuff. In the case of this story, I fell victim to the old proverb “never judge a book by it’s cover”. This cover is what caught my attention, and the idea for the story: an orphan who works through life using food, during one of the most tense periods in French history,  is a great one.

What I found with this book is that it was too rushed. One minute the lead character is 2, then 6 then before you blink he’s married with kids. The pace leaves no space for intimacy or acquaintance with any of the characters. What I also found is that although the book is supposed to revolve around Jean Marie (the main characters) unusual pallet and passion for food, the author doesn’t seem to carry any passion for food, which leaves the main theme of the story wanting.

Grimwood, it must be said, does a good job painting the crude extravagance of French Court at that time, he is familiar with French culture as he lives there for part of the year, but I feel that the book could have been placed during the revolution rather than just before it. Ultimately you have to just read it and decide for your self.

I would pair this with a wine that will compensate for the disappointment that this somewhat disturbing tale is. Try the deelish Flagstone Noon Gun, which the winemaker describes as ” mom’s plonk” but it’s much better than that, a flavoursome blend of  Chenin Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc and Viognier.


Book Pending


George RR Martin is the master of suprise


In case you’re wondering why the book section of this blog has been so quiet of late, its because something possessed me to try my hand at reading the tome that is the first of five in the Game of Thrones series. It must be said that I’ve never watched the TV series, but I’m enjoying the book immensely, its just taking me forever. I’m about halfway through now, you will be the first to know my thoughts when I’m done. Now where was I? Oh yes… “As he stood in the predawn chill watching Chiggen butcher his horse Tyrion Lannister…”

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