Nope. I didn't go to France, but I read about it..in a book.
Last week I finished reading Julia Child's My Life in France, and I absolutely loved it! I picked it up at Borders not too long ago because it was on sale for $4. I know I could have picked it up at the library, but I'm the kind of person who reads, no kidding, five or six books at once. I never know how long it will take to read something, so I'd rather have my own copy.
Besides, then I can write in it. Mike thinks this is so weird, but it's a habit I picked up in my life that grew as I became and English major in college. How else am I supposed to remember my favorite quotes, recipes, anecdotes and life lessons?
Writing in books and not using the library to my full advantage means that we have a large collection of books laying around. This may seem like a problem because those of you who know me know I am quite the minimalist. But not when it comes to books. I just like to have them, hold them, flip through them (one of the reasons I don't have a Kindle...sorry to my brother Alex who engineers them...).
I'm hoping having a collection of books laying around will also encourage Ellen to be a reader. Of course, I plan on reading to her all the time, but I think that her seeing my collection and watching me do the same will lead by example as well.
Enough of my reading rambles. The point I was trying to make way back in the beginning is: if you're looking for a light, summer read, try Julia Child's book. I was surprised at how much I truly enjoyed it!
p.s. I was having fun taking pictures of the book in my mixer even though it's a bit dorky. My pregnant brain forgot to take it out, and I didn't realize it until Mike got home and held it up and said, "Is this what we're having for dinner...dork."