I would have read this book in one shot, except I started at 7 p.m. on a weeknight, and at nearly midnight, with only about 100 pages left to go, my husband suggested that we might want to sleep at some point.

Oh Ruth Reichl, who can write so eloquently about restaurants and food and people and relationships, words skipping across the page like drops of water in a hot frying pan. Your voyage of self-examination, put down in a way that the reader can’t help but feel your joys, sorrows, triumphs, and disappointments. Where each of us feels keenly the sinking feeling in our bellies that comes from acting so unlike our true selves.

Thank you for this book. Even without the super! bonus! recipes, it’s a marvel.