A review by aleggalvan
Ingredients of Love by Nicolas Barreau

1.0

The tagline of this book says “This book will make you happy” (I read this book in Spanish, so I’m not sure if the phrase goes exactly like that). BUT this is my tagline: “This book will make you feel like The Hulk!”

I don’t like to say this, but I really hated this story.

First of all, this is sold like an intelligent, charming, and blah story when it’s the contrary. God, I’m so angry that I feel that I’m also writing in a not intelligent way!

We have this totally cliché plot full of lies and a pair of immature couple in their 30′s that act worse that teenagers. We have Aurélie, who’s recently been dumped by her boyfriend, so she ends with a two-day “depression”, and I’m using quotes in the word because that’s what the synopsis says, not what happened; she forgets about this when she reads a book “about her” and saves her life. At first, when I found this book, I thought this would be metaphorically… my mistake. The character of the book is actually her, physically, so I DON’T UNDERSTAND how a book that describes my physical appearance can save me. Then, because she has practically seen heaven, goes nuts when she tries to find the author (and he doesn’t even exist).

Then we have André, a person that at first I believed was the one with common sense… NOPE! He falls in love at first sight and creates an awful story around himself just to get in touch with Aurélie. He’s the bridge between “the author” and this girl. He doesn’t get the hints that Aurélie gives him about not being interested and he doesn’t understand. There was a moment that got me on my nerves:

“Do you know that you’re a really bad person, monsieur Chabanais?”

“Yes, I know. I’m worse than you can imagine.”

And I was like: “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIRL! PAY ATTENTION!”

He gets so obsessed that he makes things that aren’t healthy in any way. But “he’s in love” and that’s what it matters, right? (This f****** weirdo). And Aurélie HATED HIM most of the time and then… loved him? WT…

And the writing? Barreau spoils himself saying things like “I looked at the writing, as it was the key to unveil Miller’s mystery. And it was. But I couldn’t see it in that moment.” Lord, have mercy! Also, the synopsis says that this book is filled with books, recipes… I’m sorry, but there’s no mention of a real book and the recipes are attached at the end of the book, resulting in a waste of sheets.