Why are you reading this book?
I was waiting (impatiently) for a shipment of books, so my housemate pulled this from the shelf and told me to enjoy it.
What is the first line?
Late-summer sun streamed into the dining room, turning every westward surface gold — French gilt mirrors on ivory plaster walls, redwood trim, oak floors and flea-market oak chairs, mismatched flea-market china and flatware on red-and-white-checkered tablecloths, one great vase of flowers with a white-linened table all to itself. On the stairway to the second floor, a woman, on her knees, was nailing down an Oriental runner.
Describe the book in haiku form:
not for control freaks
What will you do with it now?
keep for reference
x put it back on the bookshelf x
keep to read again & again & again
post to paperbackswap.com
throw it away
Anything else you’d like to say?
Most books about food make me hungry. This book? Made me want to go back in time, move to Berkeley and take over management of the restaurant. It was so chaotic and unprofitable for so many years…and still might be, for all I know. So, fair warning, type-A friends: this book might not be for you.