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| Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously | 
 enlarge | Author: Julie Powell
Publisher: Back Bay Books
Category: Book
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Avg. Customer Rating:  61 reviews
Sales Rank: 27451
Media: Paperback
Number Of Items: 1
Pages: 336
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.5
Dimensions (in): 8.1 x 5.4 x 1.1
ISBN: 0316013269
Dewey Decimal Number: 641.5092
EAN: 9780316013260
ASIN: 0316013269
Publication Date: September 7, 2006
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Condition: Standard used condition ie... could have dj tear, bump, or corner crease.This is a new book that received the above wear during its delivery. Has remainder mark.
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| Customer Reviews:
 Mom always said "her initials ain't JC for nothing!" June 6, 2008
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
...and if that's the case, Julie Powell may well be the antichrist. Wanted to love this book, tried to like it - but I just couldn't stomach it past the first couple of chapters. Too much vulgarity. Too much distastefully embarrassing personal revelation. I guess this is the 21st century "My Space" version of Julia's classic "The French Chef." Oh Well.
 For those who hate their jobs, and love to cook March 10, 2008
3 out of 3 found this review helpful
I first read this book as it's hardback version. When it came out in the newly titled paperback, I couldn't resist rereading it. I should also mention I've given this book to several friends and relatives who have all enjoyed it as well.
The premise of this book is quite interesting - a woman who is looking for direction in her life stumbles across her mother's old, hardback copy of Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking", and has an epiphany. She decides, that in one year, she will cook all 524 recipes in the book, and write about her experiences in a blog - still a relatively new "art" form at that time.
The resulting blog, and book, are filled with lustily-written passages describing cooking; her rather surreal job at an unnamed government job; (Something to do with designing a new memorial building at the Twin Towers Site post 9/11); her interesting, bohemian friends and their escapades; and her marriage. Her writing is full of angst, passion, and verve. All-in-all, a highly entertaining read.
The recipes, as such, are limited. This is not a cookbook. This is a memoir of cooking. This is a memoir of life. This is a memoir of joie-de-vivre. This is a book that has more to do with discovering that while you can hate your job, your coworkers and where your life is going, you can love to cook, love your husband, love your friends, and that, in the end, is what matters.
Enjoy the read, enjoy the ride!
 delightful -- hard to put down March 8, 2008
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
I don't usually go back and review products after I've bought them, but this book was such an enjoyable read that I found it hard to put down. Laugh-out-loud funny at times, poignant at others, it provides an all-too-rare look at the ups and downs of married love, which I found refreshing in an age when most books and movies center on singles finding each other or on marriages falling apart.
Julie, if you happen to read these reviews, I really hope your dream of becomeing a mother comes true. Raising three daughters has enriched my life more than words can say, and if ever there were two people who deserved to be parents, it's you and Eric.
Best wishes,
Julie Richer
get over yourselves March 4, 2008
3 out of 3 found this review helpful
I'm not sure why people hated this book. It is a humorous memoir. If you are looking for deap reflections on JC, or her recipes, don't look here. This is a good read. I suspect the negative reviews come from republicans who got their over sized view of themselves bruised.
 Distasteful February 26, 2008
2 out of 6 found this review helpful
I couldn't get through this book either. I originally picked it up because my name is Julia and my mom's name is Julie...so it was, literally, calling my name. I thought it would be a fun, quirky story of a woman finding herself through food...but instead it was a really abrasive, whiny story about the author, with the occasional mention of Julia Child and French cooking. Just couldn't slog through this one.
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