I enjoyed this well written, mostly true memoir(!), because of the family dynamics interwoven with the food stories. It was an interesting read that took me back to the 70s.

This story was a hit amongst all of the members of my book club. Normally we don’t have consensus on all of us either liking or disliking a particular book. Different areas of the book generated a good 2 hours of conversation about how the book had impacted us in thinking about autism.

Annie Proulx writes to make a story in a dreary setting seem charming and hopeful. The quirky names that she gives the characters makes this book a must read for me. This is the kind of book that I read about once a year, if not more, when I need to lose myself in another person’s story.

This is a memoir that made me laugh and shudder in horror at the same time. What a mother this author had!