Reading and a Rant

Disclaimer, before anyone bites my head off for being anti-Julia Child. I'm not. I'm anti-Julie.

I just finished Julie & Julia. The book, not the movie. My mom and I saw the movie when it came out (last summer?) and enjoyed the Julia parts a whole heck of a lot more than the Julie parts. When my mom grabbed the book at a book swap a few months ago, I snagged it when she was done reading it. And man...do I have an opinion about this book.

Is Julie the most ungrateful, annoying awful woman imaginable? Well, probably not, but damn if she isn't close. When she's not screaming at her husband, complaining about her job, and whining at the fact that her freaking aspics don't turn out aspic-y enough, she's completely lost sight of the fact that this crazy project she took on was something SHE TOOK ON. She chose to do it, and she could have chosen to quit, rather than almost sacrifice her marriage and sanity. But no. She screeches about pastry dough. And then drinks. She laments cutting up a lobster while it's alive, and then does it anyway. She yells at her husband, who, if I were in his position, would have had his bags packed and his lawyer on speed-dial. She yells at her mother. If I yelled at my mother, while she was trying to explain that in fact, this project is TERRIBLE for my mental health, she would scream right back, and tell me that I was being a crazy bitch, and until I wanted to apologize, she'll step out of my life.

Am I the only one who had this reaction to heinous Julie? I can't be. She's as bad as the woman from Eat, Pray, Love. Don't even get me started on her.