Also I managed to sneak in a book that wasn't on the reading list--
My Life In France by Julia Child.
Very good, maybe even very very good. I didn't take it on the trip, but I finished it today with great satisfaction. Since it's an autobiography rather than a biography, it didn't start with her birth and end with her death--and I liked it that way. It started with France (and a little bit of back
story) and ended with her leaving France. Not unhappily, either. She has a lovely "every ending is a new beginning" attitude in her writing, and, I think, in her life.
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