eggs poached in red wine is an intriguing recipe, though

I've been reading Julie and Julia and I think I kind of hate it.  The angsty New Yorkishness, the neuroses of the main character, the infidelity subplots...none of this stuff holds much interest and causes me to feel quite unsympathetic with the author.  My main beef, though, is that the joy or simple pleasure derived from the cooking and the food is so often weak or absent, it's written like the woman is punishing herself.

It's audio in my car, not that long, and I'm past the halfway point now, but blurgh.  Not recommended.