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Asep Hendrawan asephendrawan — Although this book is not one of Eco's most well-received, I really quite enjoyed it. It goes at a much faster pace than his other novels, and a fair bit can be learned from it. Definitely won't leave you mentally exhausted like Name of the Rose or Foucault's Pendulum.

Jihye Kim kimjh88011f0a — I love the English language. I love the words, sentences, letters, phrases, sounds, sights, and shapes of the English language. I like when I look at a word too much and it suddenly seems foreign to me and I get to see what my language looks like to someone who has never learned it. It often looks vaguely Germanic to me, by the way. This observation, and others, led me to The Mother Tongue. I wanted to know the history of this language, the reasons for the strange idiosyncracies, how certain dialects and accents came about, and most of all where our curse words came from. ;) Bryson manages to answer all of those questions while being both humorous and engaging. Well done, chap!

Martina Geyrhalter _artina_eyrhalter — I enjoyed this book, but not as much as the ridiculous blurbs on the book and other feedback I had head led me to believe I would. Although it contains several formative food experiences, this is ultimately a memoir about Gabrielle Hamilton's life, and while much of it is fascinating, I did lose interest at a few points. I also found myself, as I do about these things, wondering what the "blood, bones, and butter" is supposed to represent. I think (maybe?) how her bizarre family relations shaped her, how she finally began to find some structure in her life through taking control and achieving her dream of owning a restaurant, and the butter trying to reclaim some of what is good in her life and the rewards from that, although it takes a lot of working things through. Hamilton, with an MFA in the subject, is a fine writer, and some of her food memories are among the best I've read---especially her traveling experience, and how she was describing the bottles of wine she was given in Greece, and how you would drink however much you wanted, tie a band around it, and pay for what you drank. How she wanted to re-capture that experience in Prune. The world traveling was one tangent of the book that was tied in nicely to opening a restaurant, eventually---other tangents weren't. I think that, ultimately, for a personal memoir (which this really boils down to, no pun intended) there just wasn't enough introspection or enough about Hamilton's character explained. It got to the point where I was genuinely confused when the author said in the beginning she used to sit on her mother's lap every night, admired her French-ness and graceful ballerina poise and heels, and then suddenly reveals she hasn't seen her mother in 20 years. The quick explanation is because it's "easier". And the explanation of why she has a husband and children when she's clearly gay isn't very clear, either, except that it's described a few times as a joke or a prank. I lost a little sympathy for her at this point. There are some great stories in here about running a restaurant, but a memoir is something where you really have to be on board with the narrator the entire time for it to work, and at least a few times she lost me.