It seems to me that one of the pitfalls of a topical memoir (ie, a food memoir, a travel memoir, etc), or a stunt memoir ('for this whole year I will do X') is that, so often, the authors seem to forget that people are picking up the book for the topic or the stunt, and not because they're fascinated by the author's marital problems, car troubles, and/or ennui.
Or maybe it's just me, but that seems to be the most common problem I have with this sort of thing: too much boyfriend, not enough thing I picked the book up for in the first place.
(I also enjoyed the Julie blog better than the book, which also had far too little cooking and far too much... other stuff. Although not as much sordid TMI as it sounds like this one has, and in fact hearing that this one was more TMI than butchery is why I haven't picked it up. I think butchery is interesting! Her relationship problems, not so much.)
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Date: 2010-01-26 08:11 pm (UTC)Or maybe it's just me, but that seems to be the most common problem I have with this sort of thing: too much boyfriend, not enough thing I picked the book up for in the first place.
(I also enjoyed the Julie blog better than the book, which also had far too little cooking and far too much... other stuff. Although not as much sordid TMI as it sounds like this one has, and in fact hearing that this one was more TMI than butchery is why I haven't picked it up. I think butchery is interesting! Her relationship problems, not so much.)