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A review by mollykins72
One More Croissant for the Road by Felicity Cloake
2.0
One thing anyone who knows me knows about me - I LOVE to eat. And I eat a lot. All the time. It’s actually a bit concerning. As a child my grandmother decided very early on that I had “hollow legs”, and whilst middle aged spread is definitely waving to me frantically on the horizon - I turn 30 sooner than I’d care to admit - this doesn’t slow down the rate of my food consumption.
So when a friend lent me a book which was “all about food, and more specifically a woman eating croissants”, I was sold. Felicity Cloake, 30-something Guardian food writer, decides to cycle through France and sample all of its culinary delights, documenting it in a lighthearted, charming account which is interspersed with novel asides including mini history lessons, recipes and rating systems.
For the first 50 pages, I had a wonderful time. Her gourmande, slightly self deprecating attitude and love of a dessert or six meant that I felt I could relate to her on many layers. But unfortunately, about a quarter of the way into her journey I found my eyes skimming pages and I began checking myself, thinking that I’d read a chapter twice accidentally. Rather, everything just gets a little samey - eat, camp, cycle, repeat.
If you have a love of France, french cuisine or are looking for some very light hearted escapism, look no further. I just wish it were a little punchier.
So when a friend lent me a book which was “all about food, and more specifically a woman eating croissants”, I was sold. Felicity Cloake, 30-something Guardian food writer, decides to cycle through France and sample all of its culinary delights, documenting it in a lighthearted, charming account which is interspersed with novel asides including mini history lessons, recipes and rating systems.
For the first 50 pages, I had a wonderful time. Her gourmande, slightly self deprecating attitude and love of a dessert or six meant that I felt I could relate to her on many layers. But unfortunately, about a quarter of the way into her journey I found my eyes skimming pages and I began checking myself, thinking that I’d read a chapter twice accidentally. Rather, everything just gets a little samey - eat, camp, cycle, repeat.
If you have a love of France, french cuisine or are looking for some very light hearted escapism, look no further. I just wish it were a little punchier.