Last night, I finished the Kindle edition of Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes by Elizabeth Bard, the woman who wrote Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes. This second book is fantastic and I recommend it.
Elizabeth and Gwendal spontaneously decide to move into an old house located in a small village after traveling in Provence. The author is pregnant during the trip and the story follows the small family of three through the opening of a family business, an ice cream shop specializing in flavors of the local market produce. The seasonal produce is revered, as it should be. Each chapter ends with several recipes.
I want to move to a city badly, so reading about country life wasn't my absolute favorite, but the writing is so good and I truly identify with the author. She provides an honest account of life, her personal trials and errors, highlighting her perspective of her family life. I find in the author a kindred spirit because we have some major things in common. One, she truly struggles with something I have yet to discuss on the blog. Two, she feels that her 30s are her natural age. She writes, "I'm an old soul. ... Everyone has a natural age, and there's something about my thirties that just fits. When I hit thirty-one, I somehow felt right in my skin. My mental age and my actual age finally merged, like overlapping film negatives synchronized for a perfect Technicolor image." This articulates how I feel as I have always wanted to be "grown up" as well. Halfway through age 30, I became a woman comfortable in her skin myself.
This is solidly good travel writing/memoir, so if you enjoy that genre, definitely put this on your summer reading list.