I did not do this book justice. This book deserves a bubble bath, with candles and a nice bottle of wine. Instead it got dirty, dirty train cars as I gulped it on commutes.
It also had some serious, serious eye rolling. I think it only took four or five pages before there was a Chez Panisse reference. Of course. And the deus ex machina at the end (that I was seriously waiting for because Miss Goodman wrote herself into a serious corner with a few of the relationships in this book) was well done, but kind of frustrating because it just seemed too easy.
Also, I pretty much glossed over all of the IPO business. I think I saw VC six or seven times before I took the time to figure out it meant venture capitalist. I also glossed over most of the religious gobble-de-gook, it bothers me when people try to push a religious agenda on me while I am reading their novels, even when its subtle and unoffensive. I read novels to get away from agendas. Stop ruining everything.
That being said - it was a delight. It made me really hungry. And it made me want to spend time researching old books (and buy a beautiful house on the West Coast).