Oscar Wilde: “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
My love and I read the "Red Peppers" section of Colwin's book to each other in bed late at night: eaten raw, sauteed, ground into paprika. Colwin understood the sensuality and communal nature of food and eating. This is a book for family and lovers―enlightenment through the plate.
A customer came in one day in search for this book, and when she told me the title I couldn't help but ask what it was about: "the essence of summer." With an ongoing obsession of bottling up a feeling in time (perhaps nostalgia) I was immediately drawn to this book and wouldn't put it down. The dialogue between Sophia and her grandmother had me laughing out loud, reminding me of how idiotic my mother and I are to each other, and allowed me to experience a summer I long for in this sweltering, stinky city.
The chocolate chunk shortbread is worth the cover price alone. Especially if you can convince someone else to make them for you.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the best book I have ever read.