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Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table
by Ruth Reichl
I picked up Tender at the Bone a few years ago and read a good bit of it but something came up and I set it aside, meaning to go back to it. And never did. Or so I thought.
I read Save Me the Plums last year—exactly the right book at the right time for me.
I want to read Comfort Me with Apples, but thought I should go back and finish her first memoir. So I read Tender at the Bone this week, or more accurately, reread. I knew all of it. I kept waiting to get to an unfamiliar section. I didn’t recall the wine-tasting toward the end, so I thought maybe…but I knew the last chapter precisely. What in the world? Had I set it aside, meaning to go back and read the chapter on wine that I’d skipped?
This has never happened to me before.
I remember books. I might forget character names even while reading a book, and the plot of Inspector Gamache novels all bleed into each other, but if I have any secret talent it has always been remembering stories. I have always been able to find the exact passage in a book and remember phrasing. I don’t read 100 books a year—I sit with them and can recall books from years ago.
And it’s not like I forgot these stories. I’ve been retelling the story of her brother’s engagement party for years. But how did I forget that I’d finished this? I’ve entered almost every book I’ve read into Good Reads for over 10 years.
Anyway…none of that is of interest to anyone but me but I’m dumbfounded by it. Review-wise, it’s Ruth. It’s perfect.
I read Save Me the Plums last year—exactly the right book at the right time for me.
I want to read Comfort Me with Apples, but thought I should go back and finish her first memoir. So I read Tender at the Bone this week, or more accurately, reread. I knew all of it. I kept waiting to get to an unfamiliar section. I didn’t recall the wine-tasting toward the end, so I thought maybe…but I knew the last chapter precisely. What in the world? Had I set it aside, meaning to go back and read the chapter on wine that I’d skipped?
This has never happened to me before.
I remember books. I might forget character names even while reading a book, and the plot of Inspector Gamache novels all bleed into each other, but if I have any secret talent it has always been remembering stories. I have always been able to find the exact passage in a book and remember phrasing. I don’t read 100 books a year—I sit with them and can recall books from years ago.
And it’s not like I forgot these stories. I’ve been retelling the story of her brother’s engagement party for years. But how did I forget that I’d finished this? I’ve entered almost every book I’ve read into Good Reads for over 10 years.
Anyway…none of that is of interest to anyone but me but I’m dumbfounded by it. Review-wise, it’s Ruth. It’s perfect.