I'm done. And I detest her. You're right, she got even more insufferable after she got married. I wanted to wring her neck when she was at that panel and all she wanted to do was biitch about first the young students and then about the panelists. And the trips to Italy. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself! "If I never came back, no one would even notice." SHUT UP. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW YOU HATEFUL WRETCH.
Poor Michele. She complains about the passion and spark and fun and spontaneity going out of their marriage, but what does she expect when it's taken her so long to stop treating it as "performance art." And who the hell purposely brings children into that kind of dysfunction!? She's her own mother and she doesn't even see it.

Re: Fallin: Blood Bones & Butter
I was just reading through others' reviews on Goodreads and someone linked to this: http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/prune_chef_in_secret_affair_W65bU4XOt1FWNlYe9xQF9L
Innnnnnnteresting.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Whoa. That story is crazy.
I disliked her and I hated the book. The book just stopped. Like, they are driving around NYC looking for parking and the end. I was left wondering WTF happened with her marriage. Now I guess I know. And I'm still confused. My sense from the book was that she's a lesbian who married the nice customer doctor to keep him in the country (did I make that up?) and stayed because she liked the family home in Italy, even though she seemed to dislike his family. Then, bam, kids. And I feel like the restaurant/chef part got little attention.
I read life, on the line right after this and so much preferred it.
I was shocked. She talks so much about Melissa and how close and similar they are and then she allegedly bones her husband while on vacation with them!?
Yeah, she married him for the green card, but got super into it by hiring cars to transport everyone (for a city hall wedding?) and then got pissed because he stopped making romantic gestures and was over it by the time she was into it.
Her "blood sugar crashes" also pissed me off. The one at the end, when she's getting all dramatic about how her friends thrust M&Ms at her and all of her true friends know to give her peanut butter sandwiches ... and then she casually drops that she's had nothing but coffee all day and it's now 4pm and they've been out with the kids at the zoo or whatever (I was skimming by this point) all day and I wanted to scream IT'S NOT SOME SPECIAL AFFLICTION, YOU IDIOT, IT'S CALLED HUMANS NEED TO EAT.
I'll check that book out. I don't know why I was so determined to finish this. I think I didn't want to believe that someone could have their head this far up their ass and not smell their own poop.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Just read the description. I'm definitely going to read this one. It reminds me of my BFF's grandmother, who was one of the best cooks I know. Her cooking never missed a beat after she was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and could no longer taste the food she cooked. She spent the rest of her life making these elaborate meals for family while she lived on Ensure shakes.
So I think I'll quite like this story.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.