I like Memorial Day weekend. It’s one of those rare weekends — like Thanksgiving — when people aren’t expecting me to work, and I’M not expecting me to work. Which means there is a great expanse of hours in which I can do…anything I want!
What I really want to do this weekend is finish the book I’ve been reading for the past six months. It’s not a brain-breaker, it’s not War and Peace or some other epic tome. Don’t laugh…I’m reading Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell.
You know, it’s that book that got all the press back in 2006, made blogging front page news, and was immediately churned into the ubiquitous Nora Ephron movie Julie & Julia?
Unfortunately for me, I created the all-time-great, book-made-into-movie sin: I saw the movie before I read the book!
Which is why it’s taking me so long to finish.
I keep waiting for Stanley Tucci.
In my humble opinion, and with all apologies to Meryl Streep, the subtle nuances of Tucci’s Paul Child stole the show that was Julie & Julia.
So, as I read the flat words across the page, I want to hear him toasting Julia…“You are the butter to my bread, you are the breath to my life.”
I remember being blown away by Tucci in 1995 when he played the nefarious Richard Cross on the TV show Murder One. I’ve watched him delightfully over the years, in Maid in Manhattan, The Devil Wears Prada, and Shall We Dance. More recently, I swooned for him in the foodie classic Big Night, then fell in love with his introverted and romantic turn in A Modern Affair.
Perhaps if I let him act out the chapters in my head, I will finish this book by Monday, and move onto Eat, Pray, Love. THAT movie is not due out until August, so I have some time!
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Copies of Julie & Julia (the book) can be purchased here.