"I've held off on writing this review as long as possible but I have to face the facts that I did not like this book. I thought I would because I adore cooking and really liked the premise of the project. The fault likes with Julie Powell. I did not like her. She comes across as whiny, spoiled, self-absorbed, foul-mouthed, conceited, and just unlikeable. I actually found myself sympathizing with her put-upon husband for having to deal with her day in, day out. [return][return]Finishing the book, I was still confused as to why Ms. Powell decided to undertake the project. I've been known to do something without really figuring out my reasons for doing it, but at least my projects have had some form of professional gain to them. In addition, in spite of protestations to the contrary, I never got the impression that Ms. Powell truly enjoyed the project. It seemed more like a job, from start to finish, one she obsessed and cursed over as she did her regular job with the government. Her focus on the blog makes me think she was in it solely for the publicity. As a blogger, I find this rather contemptible. I blog for my own personal satisfaction, not for an audience. If one happens to find me, I'm not going to turn them away, but to write only because my audience expects it, to me is the worst reason to blog. [return][return]As for Ms. Powell herself, wow. As a thirty-something female, I should have had quite the connection with her. I adore Buffy the Vampire Slayer, her favorite TV show. I recently experienced the trauma of turning 30 too. I've had my own low-paying, low-prestige government jobs. Still, I found her utterly unlikeable. She wasn't cute or charming or funny. Rather, she was pretentious. She lived for the attention, and it came across with every word written. Even her choice to use cuss words seemed like a cry for attention. I have a mouth like a sailor too, but I would NEVER use them in a such a permanent record like anything in writing. It says something about you, who you are, and to me, can give the wrong impression. I want to be known for the message behind my words and not because of any scandal related to using cuss words. [return][return]I was really bothered by her relationship with her husband. To criticize him for his migraines, as if they were something that he could really avoid or got just to annoy her really set me on edge. It seemed like her definition of marriage was to take, take, take while her poor husband gave and gave and gave. Given her theatrics with each cooking endeavor, I'm not certain how he made it through the year with her.[return][return]I thought that this project was a great idea. And then I read some of the descriptions of the food and realized that I would never undertake something like this myself. Aspic, brains, liver, kidneys - just not for me. That and the butter. My arteries are hardening and my cholesterol rose just reading about the sticks and sticks of butter used during the project. Apparently, while I love cooking, I do not love French cooking.[return][return]In all, this book was just not for me. I know others who have loved it though and thought it was hilarious. Whether or not you like the book depends on your impression of Ms. Powell, how well you relate to her and whether you find herlikeable or not. As a memoir, your relationship with her as the author forms the basis for your entire opinion of the book. Unfortunately, I just could not overcome my dislike for her enough to enjoy the book as much as others have. [return][return]I do want to thank Anna Balasi at Hachette Books for letting me review this book. I was really excited about reading it, and I am truly disappointed that I couldn't like the book more."