I just finished reading My Life in France by Julia Child (with Alex Prud'homme). Even if you have seen the movie, it is still a surprising, delightful read. Her love for her husband is inspirational, and I love how her joy for life is evident in each sentence.
Here is an example, from page 77 of Anchor Book's paperback version:
Usually one's cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, as my ersatz eggs Florentine surely were, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile-- and learn from her mistakes.
Almost makes me want to get into the kitchen!
