This is a weird book.
You still with me? Because I loved it. I absolutely head over heels loved it. I hope I don’t discredit it by saying that it may not be for everyone, but it certainly was for me. This is the story of Rose, who as a 9 year old takes a big bite of her normally cheerful mother’s homemade lemon cake and tastes her mother’s desperation and despair. She has the gift (and curse) of tasting the emotions of the person who prepares her food.
This is a story quite unlike any other. It is classified as magical realism (which is just like it sounds, a novel based in reality with a touch of unrealistic). There’s also a lot of food in it. And I love to hear people talk about food. I love food and I love words, and it fascinates me to hear people describe taste–something I don’t have the ability to do.
Try this book. I found it rather delicious.
Need something awesome to read? Of course you do. In fact, you’ve probably been reduced to reading things like shampoo bottles and that ancient copy of Body for Life you found laying around (you know you’re only reading it to laugh at the spray-tanned “after” pictures that you secretly find inspirational).
Never fear, the green lemon is here.
With a book I wish I could forget about so I could read it again for the first time. But don’t worry. The second time is also good. And the third. And the fourth? I’m not sure. I’ll let you know.
This is a book that shows every angle. A family’s story from the viewpoint of the grandmother, mother and daughter. These are characters you won’t forget. This is writing you won’t forget. This is a book you should read.
And can we ooh and aah for a minute over this beautiful artwork? It has taken me ages to post it. Possibly because I am intimidated by how utterly perfect I find it. Snarrfish, you are one of the green lemon’s very best friends.