Julia, Child is written by Kyo Maclear and illustrated by Julie Morstad. I was really excited to read this book because of the charming cover and adorable title. I guess you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover.
Julia discovered an early love of French food. With her friend Simca, she begins to experiment with recipes and taking cooking and baking classes. As Julia and Simca’s culinary skills grow they dream of the future: they want to grow up to be the oldest children in the world and always remain together, cooking. Julia and Simca had started to realize the grown ups around them are unable to appreciate the colours and spices of life because they’re too busy running around doing grown up things.
Life was filled with far too many grown-ups who did not know how to have a marvelous time. The girls had no wish to become big, busy people – wary and worried, hectic and hurried.
Joie de vivre this way <—–
Soon some grown ups came sniffing at their door and before they knew it their whole table was filled with grown ups laughing and enjoying their food. Unfortunately, their growing young recipe goes chaotically awry and the girls have to quickly whip up something new before their dinner is ruined. Ultimately, the moral of the story is grown ups have forgotten the child inside them and children need to help them out. This book is very to the point in a very dull way. The moral is blatantly spelled out for the reader; the children and the food are in colour while the adults are drawn in black and white and the text gives us a direct lesson about grown ups in the last pages. One of the problems with this book is that grown ups – i.e. Kyo Maclear – tend to forget that STORIES DON’T HAVE TO HAVE MORALS, even when they are for children. The illustrations are nice but not noteworthy and the text itself is bland – maybe they forgot to season it? Don’t be taken in by the lovely cover Julia, Child is, sadly, missing some ingredients.