From my husband:
Mission Street Food: Recipes and Ideas from an Improbable Restaurant
Anthony Myint & Karen Leibowitz
Mission Street Food was born in a subletted Guatemalan taco truck in the Mission District of San Francisco. The truck served “reengineered tacos” and was hugely, ridiculously popular. So popular, in fact, that Mission Street Food moved to a brick-and-mortar pop-up restaurant that was originally open only two days a week.
Now, Mission Street Food is Mission Chinese Food, a regular-hours restaurant that donates 75 cents of each entrée purchased to the San Francisco Food Bank (to date, it has donated over $210,000). Continue reading
The Thing About Luck
For most, the word “grandmother” conjures an image of a kind, gentle, plump, soft-spoken, elderly, white-haired lady. Perhaps you picture a lovely woman in an apron, baking cookies, calling you “sweetheart.”
I had one grandmother who fit that mold. But I also had one who broke it. My maternal grandmother, whom I called Nana, wasn’t your typical sweet and loving grandmother. Instead, she was (among other equally favorable characteristics):
A couple weeks ago, when I was in the theater to watch Catching Fire (the movie based on the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy), I saw this trailer for the movie adaptation of Divergent:
Everyone compares Divergent to The Hunger Games—and I do so love The Hunger Games—so I decided to give it a go. Continue reading
The History of Love
Lots of people find precocious children obnoxious. Or annoying. Or both.
I, on the other hand, think they are positively delightful. That’s mostly because I find them hilarious (unfortunately, precocious children don’t often like it when you laugh at them . . . but it just can’t be helped).
My brother has a friend who is a manny (for those of you in my parents’ generation, “manny” is a portmanteau of male and nanny. For those of you who already knew that, please, please, please click on this link. It is just too good not to share). Continue reading
The Sense of an Ending
I recently reread The Sense of an Ending for a book club. It won the Man Booker Prize in 2011, and I had read it then. Before rereading it, I vaguely remembered the premise of the book and how it wrapped up. I remembered reading it on a plane (but I have no recollection of where I was going). I remembered some of the characters but not all of them. I remembered a couple salient plot points but not in great detail. In fact, I didn’t remember much about the book at all. And I didn’t remember liking it a whole lot. But I couldn’t have told you why.
Mind you, this first reading was only two years ago. Memory is a bitch. And, appropriately, that’s what the book is all about. Continue reading
Dave Eggers, founder of McSweeney’s (publisher of my favorite magazine of all time, Lucky Peach) and author of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius followed a very simple recipe.
1) A delightful, glamorous, interesting setting.
Think of an amazingly awesome, high-tech work “campus.” Like Zappos. Or Google, as portrayed in The Internship (I watched it on a plane, OK? Don’t judge me.): Continue reading
People often ask me how I pick the books I read and review. Here is a list of some of my go-tos:
- “Best of” lists, such as:
- Winners of and nominees for prizes and awards, including:
- Trustworthy hype from the likes of:
- Word of mouth and recommendations, especially from:
- My brother
- Shana (aside from her love of historical, romantic fiction, we have very similar tastes in books)
None of these sources is a guarantee that I’m going to like the books (clearly), but, as I mentioned here, they’re a good way to help ensure I’m reading more 3.5 books than 1.5 books.
When choosing this book, however, I decided to try something new. Continue reading