Tender at the Bone:
Growing Up at the Table
This is the fourth or fifth food memoir I’ve read this year, and unfortunately, probably my least favorite. I think mainly because the author really didn’t resonate with me. There was very little that I could find myself connecting with in the book, and so for me, although a fine book, it just wasn’t my favorite. The author is a food critic, and this story is her autobiography. In it, we learn about all the things in her past that have influenced her love for food. Parts of the book were quite enjoyable. I didn’t dislike it overall, but it bounced around a lot and was pretty much all over the place. It bothered me a bit that the last two chapters didn’t seem to flow well with the rest of the book, and the last two paragraphs especially, her attempt at a conclusion, just wasn’t enough to sum up the book. So, 3 of 5 stars for me.