In a recent conversation with a friend, I admitted that I had never read a work of nonfiction unless it was for class. It was kind of a depressing statement.
So while browsing the discount books on Kindle, I came across My Life in France aka the Julia Child memoirs and decided this was a great way to cheat the system. I could read some non-fiction, that was also non-serious, non-depressing and non-snoozeworthy.
I'm loving every page of it so far, but I'm seriously dreading my next non-fiction reads, which come courtesy of my book club. Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin which makes me want to brush up on my American history before I even crack it and then Guns, Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond that makes me tired just looking at it.
I don't think this non-fiction thing will take off for me, but at least I have Julia and Paul.
No word from the Detroit company yet. Things are awkward with the current boss. He wants an answer and I really want to give him one.
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