One of my new year’s resolutions is to read more books. At the risk of sounding cheesy, stories that enhance your life are worth your time.
I’m currently reading a book that makes me fall in love with reading and words and life all over again. It’s not a foodie book but the characters are so well written I want to savour every morsel. I find myself gasping at beautifully written sentences and highlighting them for no real reason. It’s affecting the music I listen to and gives me a heavy feeling in my throat as if my heart has swelled up and is trying to escape out my mouth.
The book was published in the 1950’s and I’m grateful that while the writer is long, long gone, he’s left a generous legacy of works. I’ll be slowly picking away at his books until they’re eaten up.
I don’t think I’ll be writing book reviews on these books because these are not a foodie books, but I might be able to bend one of his titles into a foodie review. Maybe even review it through the eyes of a foodie. Is that too contrived? We’ll see.