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The Cookbook Collector

The Cookbook Collector

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by Allegra Goodman

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Emily and Jessamine Bach are opposites in every way: Twenty-eight-year-old Emily is the CEO of Veritech, twenty-three-year-old Jess is an environmental activist and graduate student in philosophy. Pragmatic Emily is making a fortune in Silicon Valley, romantic Jess works in an antiquarian bookstore. Emily is rational and driven, while Jess



Emily and Jessamine Bach are opposites in every way: Twenty-eight-year-old Emily is the CEO of Veritech, twenty-three-year-old Jess is an environmental activist and graduate student in philosophy. Pragmatic Emily is making a fortune in Silicon Valley, romantic Jess works in an antiquarian bookstore. Emily is rational and driven, while Jess is dreamy and whimsical. Emily’s boyfriend, Jonathan, is fantastically successful. Jess’s boyfriends, not so much.

National Book Award finalist and New York Times bestselling author Allegra Goodman has written a delicious novel about appetite, temptation, and holding on to what is real in a virtual world: love that stays.

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Looking for a delicious read? Allegra Goodman has whipped up a delectable mix of intelligence, relevance, wit, romance, moral complexity, bibliophilia, dot-com startups, and family secrets in her luscious fourth novel, The Cookbook Collector. Seriously, if charm weren't such a maligned sweetener, I'd flag that ingredient, too.

One of the joys of being a critic is sampling a new talent early and then returning for heaping platefuls of the increasingly accomplished fare served with each successive book. Goodman is a stellar example. When she was barely out of Harvard, she published two sparkling collections of stories focused on quandaries facing assimilated American Jews in the late twentieth century. Her first novel, Kaaterskill Falls (1998), concerned a small, separatist Orthodox Jewish community in the Catskills threatened by issues of inheritance, intergenerational conflict, and real estate development. She followed with Paradise Park, a tale that pursued the identity crisis of American Jews through the spiritual quest of its appealingly flaky narrator, a sort of Jewish Anne Lamott. Her odyssey takes her from a Molokai marijuana farm to a Bialystoker Hasid rabbi who asks plaintively, "Why is it that those of us who are born Jews look for answers in every single religion but our own?" before quipping memorably, "Some of my best Jews are Friends."

Goodman's last novel, Intuition (2006), marked a subtle shift, addressing a different sort of belief system--secular faith in science. Instead of an isolated religious community, she convincingly created a tight-knit medical research laboratory, with its own set of restrictive, demanding protocols. Venturing into the politics and ethics of medical research, Goodman explored the pressures to succeed in a field where failure is part of the process.

The Cookbook Collector brings together the spiritual and secular strands of Goodman's ongoing inquiry into the multitude of ways one can live and find meaning. Her characters struggle with questions about what's really valuable in an often baffling world in which rare books are more highly prized than giant redwoods, and stock prices soar and crash in the space of months. Goodman has referred to her new novel as "a Sense and Sensibility for the digital age." If you're worried about redundancy with Cathleen Schine's delightfully frothy The Three Weissmanns of Westport, you needn't be: The Cookbook Collector, although no less entertaining, is a more ambitious book, with a looser connection to Jane Austen's classic.

Like its touchstone, Goodman's adept social comedy centers on two radically different sisters: the older, 28-year-old Emily Bach, is more practical, a driven CEO of a major Silicon Valley data storage startup. In love with Veritech, she keeps delaying her marriage to hyper-ambitious, competitive, unwaveringly confident Jonathan Tilghman, who has his own data security firm on the East Coast. Since her mother's death from breast cancer when she was ten, Emily has always looked out for her guileless younger sister, Jess, all sensibility to her sense. At twenty-three, Jess is an optimistic, open-minded agnostic, a philosophy student who values knowledge over money and "would rather be well than do well." She is drawn to unpromising relationships and passionate causes like Save the Trees, and works part-time in an antiquarian bookstore. Pressured by her sister to take advantage of Veritech's Friends and Family stock offering, she balks at asking their father for a loan. Instead, this nonpracticing half-Jew finds surprising support from a Bialystock rabbi she meets through a neighbor. It's just one of several far-fetched but appealingly quirky twists in a novel filled with risk-takers and unexpected dividends.

Goodman's love of her characters is contagious. Her description of Jess' boss at Yorick's Used and Rare Books, George Friedman, exemplifies her wry wit and gently mocking fondness. A retired Microsoft millionaire, George is ironically characterized as "old money" -- in contrast to up-and-coming multi-millionaires like Emily and her fiancé Jonathan. He's an "independent, rumpled sort [who] refused ironing out." Slashed both literally and metaphorically by his former love, a knife-wielding chef, he has sublimated his emotional needs by collecting "treasures of the predigital age" such as old typewriters, maps, and rare books, including first editions of dystopian satires and, eventually, the extraordinary collection of cookbooks referred to in Goodman's title. "Some kept journals. Some raised children. George told his life history with objects."

Materialistic George and idealistic Jess joust from the start, and although we sense where his sarcastic jibes and her parries will lead, each round feeds our sense of expectation. Jess, sixteen years his junior, repeatedly impresses him with knowledge as arcane as his own. Yorick's, we learn in the first of many duels, takes its name not from the famous line in Hamlet but from Parson Yorick in Tristram Shandy.

The Cookbook Collector gracefully interweaves multiple plotlines that unfold simultaneously in California and Boston over the course of three years. The story is divided into eight sections, whose titles describe market positions that also reflect what's happening in its characters' personal lives -- Best Offer, Free Fall, Closely Held. Not coincidentally, the novel's time frame spans Y2K, the dot-com bubble burst, and, movingly, September eleventh.

Once again, Goodman has done her research, mastering technicalities of Web-based information storage and Internet startups, as well as convincing knowledge of some of the treasures of culinary history. Her prose is like the ripening peach that George leaves on a counter to entice Jess: initially rock solid, then yielding and juicy. Lovely passages abound, including a Veritech employee's resonant observation, while reading Winnie-the-Pooh to her children when the company's stock prices are plummeting, that A. A. Milne's description of Pooh's tumble through oak branches aptly captures "the falling sensation, the surprise and sudden thumps as one lost economic altitude."

The theme that slithers through the dark branches of Goodman's fiction is doubt: not just religious doubt, or uncertainty about whether a fellow worker has falsified data, but lingering questions about how one should act in a bewildering world. Is "marriage without borders" -- sharing everything with one's partner, including company secrets -- necessary or advisable? How important -- or realistic -- is absolute trust? Should a father tell his children about their dead mother's past, against her dying wishes? Is information always a gift? Part of what makes Allegra Goodman so engaging is her fascination not with certainty but with moral ambiguity. None of these questions have simple answers -- but then, the most interesting questions rarely do.

--Heller McAlpin

Library Journal
Crisp, accomplished Emily Markowitz is CEO of a data-storage startup in late 1990s California. Her sister, Jessica, is a messy, passionate graduate student in philosophy who's involved with the charismatic leader of Tree Savers and works in a rare-books store owned by the older, slightly grumpy George. George got rich off of Microsoft and now follows his first love, and he's impressed when Jess manages something brilliant with a woman who wants but doesn't want to part with an astonishing cookbook collection. Frantically different, the sisters are still bound by memories of the mother they lost as children; Emily strains to persuade Jess to invest in her startup even as Jess strains to see what Emily sees in her fiancé, go-getter Jonathan, who has his own startup back East. Meanwhile, their father, who appreciates techie overachiever Emily more than wise Jess, is strangely resistant to the Bialystokers moving in next door. Alas, 9/11 brings not just family tragedy but the revelation of some uncomfortable truths and a realignment of relationships. VERDICT Do these folks sound like types? They absolutely are not. Goodman (Kaaterskill Falls) is remarkably successful in creating rich, engaging characters and a complex story of love and identity that reads like life itself. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 2/15/10.]—Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal
Dominique Browning
Allegra Goodman's new novel has so many appealing ingredients. Where, then, to start the list? Perhaps, as with food labels, it would be best to begin with the biggest: an irresistible story. Then add four strong characters: two sisters, and the two men who orbit them. Then there's the narrative voice: sweet but not cloyingly so, nourishing but not heavy, serving up zesty nuggets of truth. And the spicing is piquant but not too assertive…If you're hankering for a feast of love, let yourself fall under the spell of Allegra Goodman's abundantly delicious tale. You won't leave hungry.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
If any contemporary author deserves to wear the mantel of Jane Austen, it's Goodman, whose subtle, astute social comedies perfectly capture the quirks of human nature. This dazzling novel is Austen updated for the dot-com era, played out between 1999 and 2001 among a group of brilliant risk takers and truth seekers. Still in her 20s, Emily Bach is the CEO of Veritech, a Web-based data-storage startup in trendy Berkeley. Her boyfriend, charismatic Jonathan Tilghman, is in a race to catch up at his data-security company, ISIS, in Cambridge, Mass. Emily is low-key, pragmatic, kind, serene—the polar opposite of her beloved younger sister, Jess, a crazed postgrad who works at an antiquarian bookstore owned by a retired Microsoft millionaire. When Emily confides her company's new secret project to Jonathan as a proof of her love, the stage is set for issues of loyalty and trust, greed, and the allure of power. What is actually valuable, Goodman's characters ponder: a company's stock, a person's promise, a forest of redwoods, a collection of rare cookbooks? Goodman creates a bubble of suspense as both Veritech and ISIS issue IPOs, career paths collide, social values clash, ironies multiply, and misjudgments threaten to destroy romantic desire. Enjoyable and satisfying, this is Goodman's (Intuition) most robust, fully realized and trenchantly meaningful work yet. (July)
From the Publisher
“If you’re hankering for a feast of love, let yourself fall under the spell of Allegra Goodman’s abundantly delicious tale.”—The New York Times Book Review

“A modern take on Sense and Sensibility . . . a beautifully textured tale of two sisters that hits all the Jane Austen high notes . . . [Allegra] Goodman delicately navigates her characters’ complex emotions.”—People (four stars)

“The plot may be IPO-centric, but the novel is old-fashioned and wildly romantic.”—Time

“Goodman makes us care so much about each character and his or her individual story that the pages cannot turn fast enough.”—Los Angeles Times
“A novel of impressive élan and real emotional resonance.”—Entertainment Weekly
“Sisters find that love can be wondrously, or tragically, accidental. Ms. Goodman is a romantic realist who dazzles with wit.”—The Wall Street Journal

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The Cookbook Collector

A Novel
By Allegra Goodman

The Dial Press

Copyright © 2010 Allegra Goodman
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385340854

Chapter One

Rain at last. Much-needed rain the weathermen called it. Rain, drummed the little houses skyrocketing in value in Cupertino and Sunnyvale. Much-needed rain darkened the red tile roofs of Stanford, and puddled Palo Alto's leafy streets. On the coast, the waves were molten silver, rising and melting in the September storm. Bridges levitated, and San Francisco floated like a hidden fortress in the mist. Rain flattened the impatiens edging corporate lawns, and Silicon Valley shimmered. The world was bountiful, the markets buoyant. Reflecting pools brimmed to overflowing, and already the tawny hills looked greener. Like money, the rain came in a rush, enveloping the Bay, delighting forecasters, exceeding expectations, charging the air.

Two sisters met for dinner in the downpour. Emily had driven up from Mountain View to Berkeley in rush-hour traffic. Jess just biked over from her apartment. Emily carried an umbrella. Jess hadn't bothered.

"Look at you," said Emily.

"Mmm." Jess brushed the raindrops from her face. "I like it." University Avenue's stucco and glass storefronts were streaming. Runoff whooshed into the storm drains at her feet.

"You're getting soaked."

Jess swung her bike helmet by the straps. "I'm hydrating."

"Like a frog?"

"You don't have to be amphibian to hydrate through your skin."

"Get under the umbrella!"

Jess had a theory about everything, but her ideas changed from day to day. It was hard for Emily to remember whether her sister was primarily feminist or environmentalist, vegan or vegetarian. Did she eat fish, or nothing with a face? Uncertain, Emily let Jess choose the restaurant when they went out to dinner.

The two of them nibbled samosas at Udupi Palace, and Emily said, "I'm sorry I kept rescheduling."

"That's okay." It was two weeks past Jess's twenty-third birthday, and the restaurant with its paper place mats looked small and plain for a palace, but Jess didn't mind.

"Veritech has been insane," Emily explained, "and Jonathan was here. . . ."

"Oh, Jonathan was here," Jess echoed in a teasing voice. "What did you do with Jonathan?" She often took this tone about Emily's boyfriend. The longer the relationship went on, the more serious it seemed, the more she teased. Jess didn't like him.

"He was just here very briefly on his way to L.A.," Emily said. "The last couple of weeks have been-"

Jess interrupted, "I've been insane too."

"Really?" Emily realized she sounded too surprised and added, "Doing what?"

"I'm taking the Berkeley, Locke, Hume seminar, and logic, and philosophy of language. . . ." Jess paused to sip her mango lassi. "And working and leafleting."


"For Save the Trees. And I'm also taking Latin. I think I might be as busy as you."

Emily laughed. "No." She was five years older and five times busier. While Jess studied philosophy at Cal, Emily was CEO of a major data- storage start-up.

"We're filing," Emily explained.

"I know," Jess said in a long-suffering voice.

Jess was the only person in the world bored by the IPO, and Emily loved that about her. "I got you a present."

"Really? Where is it?"

"You'll see. It's in the car. I thought we could take it back to your place so you can try it on."

"Oh," Jess said cheerfully, which meant, "I don't mind that you got me clothes again."

"You wanted something else," Emily fretted.

"No, I didn't."

"You did."

"No! Nothing specific. Maybe a horse. Or a houseboat. That would be nice. And a photographic memory for verb tables."

"Why are you taking Latin, anyway?"

"Language requirement," Jess said.

"But you know French."

"I don't really know French, and I need an ancient language too."

Emily shook her head. "That program seems like such a long haul."

"Compared to going public after two and a half years? It's true."

The sisters' voices were almost identical, laughing mezzos tuned in childhood to the same pitch and timbre. To the ear, they were twins; to the eye, nothing alike. Emily was tall and slender with her hair cropped short. She wore a pinstriped shirt, elegant slacks, tiny, expensive glasses. She was an MBA, not a programmer, and it showed. Magnified by her glasses, her hazel eyes were clever, guarded, and also extremely beautiful. Her features were delicate, her fingers long and tapered. She scarcely allowed her back to touch her chair, while Jess curled up with her legs tucked under her. Jess was small and whimsical. Her face and mouth were wider than Emily's, her cheeks rounder, her eyes greener and more generous. She had more of the sun and sea in her, more freckles, more gold in her brown hair. She would smile at anyone, and laugh and joke and sing. She wore jeans and sweaters from Mars Mercantile, and her hair . . . who knew when she'd cut it last? She just pushed the long curls off her face.

Jess leaned forward, elbow on the table, and rested her head on her hand. "So, Emily," she said. "What's it like being rich?"

Emily began to speak and then caught herself. "I don't know," she answered truthfully. "I haven't tried it yet."

They hoisted Jess's bike into Emily's car and drove to Durant with the hatchback open. "Look at that," Emily said. She'd lucked into a legal parking space.

Jess lived at the edge of campus, where fraternities sprang up in every style, from Tudor to painted gingerbread. To the north, the university rose into the hills. John Galen Howard's elegant bell tower overlooked eucalyptus groves and rushing streams, the faculty club built like a timbered hunting lodge, the painted warnings to cyclists on the cement steps: DISMOUNT. To the south, Jess's neighborhood boasted the best burrito in the city and the best hot dog in the known universe, Pegasus Books with its used fantasy and science fiction novels, People's Park, where bearded sojourners held congress at the picnic tables. Amoeba Music, Moe's, Shakespeare & Co. Buskers playing tom-toms, sidewalk vendors selling incense and tie-dyed socks. Students, tourists, dealers, greasy spoons of many nations.

Jess's building was Old Hollywood-hacienda style: stucco, red tile, and wrought iron. Sconces lit the entryway, where the mailboxes were set into the wall. Jess paused, looking for her mail key. "Oh, well," she said.

An elderly neighbor climbed the steps. "Hey, Mrs. Gibbs, how are you?" said Jess, unlocking and holding the door open. "Do you remember my sister Emily?"

"We have not had the pleasure." Mrs. Gibbs was a petite black woman with freckles on her nose, and she wore a white nurse's uniform under her black raincoat. White dress, white stockings, green rubber boots. Mrs. Gibbs placed her hand on Emily's head. "May you always be a blessing."

"That was strange," Emily whispered as Jess led the way up the stairs.

"She's a friend."

"What do you mean, 'friend'?" Jess tended to collect people. She was friendly to a fault. She went through little fascinations, and easily fancied herself in love. "Do you actually know that woman?" Emily's voice echoed in the stairwell. "Does she usually put her hands on people's heads?"

Jess held open the door to her apartment, a real find, despite the rattling pipes and cracked tile in the bathroom. Eleven-foot ceilings, plasterwork like buttercream, closets deep enough to sublet. "She's lived in the building for, like, thirty years," said Jess, as if that explained everything.

Her roommates Theresa and Roland lolled on the couch watching Wuthering Heights on Masterpiece Theatre. Theresa was studying comparative literature and writing a dissertation that had something to do with migration, borders, and margins. She'd grown up in Honolulu but couldn't swim. Roland was lanky and wore pleated pants and a dress shirt and gold-rimmed glasses; he worked as a receptionist in the dean's office.

"Hey," said Jess.

Roland held up a warning finger. "Shh."

Jess led her sister into her bedroom. The walls were lined with overloaded Barnes & Noble folding birch bookcases. Piles of sweaters and Save the Trees leaflets filled a papasan chair. A battered wood table from the street served as desk for an ancient IBM desktop computer. On the wall hung a framed Ansel Adams poster, the black-and- white image of a glistening oak coated and crackling with ice. On her bulletin board, Jess had pinned photos of their father, Richard, and his wife Heidi and their little girls, Lily and Maya.

"Maybe you should dry off before you try on the . . ." Emily was rummaging in her shopping bag as Jess peeled off her socks and her damp sweater. "I have something else in here for you." She produced a thick prospectus.

"Initial Public Offering for Veritech Corporation, Sunnyvale," Jess read off the cover.

"Right. You should read all of that. And also these." Emily handed Jess a wad of papers. "This is our Friends and Family offering. You fill this out and send a check here." She pointed to an address.


"You're eligible to buy one hundred shares at eighteen dollars a share. So you need to mail in a check for eighteen hundred dollars."

Jess grinned in disbelief. "Eighteen hundred dollars?"

"No, no, no, you have to do this," Emily said. "After the IPO, the price will go through the roof. Daddy's buying. Aunt Joan is buying. . . ."

"Maybe they can buy some for me too."

"No, this is important. Stop thinking like a student."

"I am a student."

"Just leave that aside for the moment, okay? Follow the directions. You'll do really, really well."

"How do you know?"

"Have you heard of Priceline?"


"Sycamore Networks?"

Jess shook her head as Emily rattled off the names of companies that had gone public in 1999. The start-ups had opened at sixteen dollars, thirty-eight dollars, and were now selling for hundreds of dollars a share. "Just read the material, and mail the check. . . ."

"But I don't have eighteen hundred dollars," Jess reminded her sister.

"So borrow."

"All right, will you lend me eighteen hundred dollars?"

Emily lost patience. "If you'd just temporarily give up your aversion to money . . ."

"I don't have an aversion to money," Jess said. "I don't have any. There's a big difference."

"I don't think you understand what I'm giving you," said Emily. "I get only ten on my Friends and Family list."

"So it's sort of an honor," said Jess.

"It's sort of an opportunity. Please don't lose this stuff. You have ten days to take care of this. Just follow through, okay?"

"If you insist." Emily's bossiness brought out the diva in Jess.


"Promise," Jess said. After which she couldn't help asking, "Do I still have to try on the clothes?"

"Here's the blouse, and the jacket. Here's the skirt." Emily straightened the blanket on Jess's unmade bed and sat on top.

The skirt was short, the jacket snug, and they were woven in a rust and orange tweed. The blouse was caramel silk with a strange lacquered finish, not just caramel but caramelized. Jess gazed for a moment at the three pieces. Then she stripped off the rest of her clothes and plunged in.

"Oh, they're perfect," said Emily. "They fit perfectly. Do you have a mirror?"

"Just in the bathroom."

"Here, brush your hair and tie it back. Or put it up. Go take a look."

Jess padded off to the bathroom and peeked at herself in the mirror, where she saw her own bemused face, more freckled than she remembered. The tweed jacket and the silk blouse reminded her of a game she and Emily had played when they were little. They called themselves Dress- Up Ladies and teetered through the house on high heels. Sometimes Emily would wear a satin evening gown, and pretend she was a bride. Then Jess would be the flower girl, with scarves tied around her waist. That was before their father gave away their mother's clothes.

"Can you see?" Emily called from the bedroom.

"It's really nice," Jess called back.

"It's a Vivienne Tam suit," said Emily when Jess returned.

"Thank you. I could tell by the . . . label." Jess sat down cautiously on her desk chair. Comically, experimentally, she tried crossing her legs.

"You hate it," Emily said.

"No! It's really very pretty." Jess was already undressing.

"Just say you'll wear it once."

"I'll wear it to your IPO." Jess pulled on a giant T-shirt and sweatpants.

"You aren't going to the IPO. It's not a wedding."

"Okay, I'll wear it to your wedding." Jess flopped onto the bed. "Don't you miss him?"

"We're used to it."

"I never would be," Jess declared, and added silently, Never in a million years. She would never deny herself the one she loved, or make excuses for him, either. She'd never say, It's complicated, or We have to be patient. Love was not patient. Love was not kind. It didn't keep; it couldn't wait. Not in her experience. Certainly not in her imagination.

"What did Dad and Heidi get you?" Emily asked.

"Just the tickets home for Thanksgiving. And they sent me pictures from the kids. See-Lily wrote her name, and a rainbow." Jess spread their half sisters' drawings over the bed. "I think these scribbles are from Maya. And I have Mom's letter here somewhere. . . ."

Their mother, Gillian, had passed away when Emily was ten and Jess was only five. Fighting breast cancer, suffering from long treatments, alternately hoping and despairing as the disease recurred, Gillian had cast about for ways to look after her daughters when she was gone. She'd then learned that some patients wrote letters to their children for their birthdays. Jess and Emily each had a set of sealed envelopes.

Jess pulled her letter from a stack of notebooks on the floor. "It's short." The letters got shorter and shorter. Reading them was hard, like watching their mother run out of air.

"Dear Jessie," Emily read aloud as she smoothed the creased paper, "I am trying to imagine you as a young lady, when all I see is a five- year-old girl waving her little legs in the air-that's the sign that you're tired. I imagine you with your hair untangled. Your sister tried to brush your hair this morning and you wouldn't let her. I wish you would." Emily paused a moment, sat up straighter on the bed and continued. "Surely by now you are embarking on a profession. If you have not yet embarked, please do!

"Ahem," said Emily.

"I have embarked!" Jess protested. "A doctoral program is embarking."

"She means working."

"Philosophy is work. And I also have a job." By this, Jess meant her part-time job at Yorick's, the rare-book store on Channing where she did her reading in the afternoons.

"I don't mean a job-" Emily read, and then stopped short. "She knew what you were going to say."

Jess giggled, because Emily treated the letters like such oracles.

"I don't mean a job. I am talking about a career, and a vocation. George Eliot wrote 'that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life'-but that was more than one hundred years ago. I'm hoping that you and your sister will set your sights a little higher." A little higher, Emily thought, as she placed the letter on the bed, and yet Gillian had been a mother, no more, no less. Would she have done more if she had lived? Much more? Or just a little?


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Meet the Author

Allegra Goodman’s novels include Intuition and Kaaterskill Falls. Her fiction has appeared in The New Yorker and Best American Short Stories. She is a winner of the Whiting Writer’s Award and a fellowship at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. She lives with her family in Cambridge, Massachusetts. For more information, visit www.AllegraGoodman.com or become a fan on Facebook.

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The Cookbook Collector 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 238 reviews.
would-rather-be-reading More than 1 year ago
The Cookbook Collector seems to have been written very rapidly. The author didn't take the time to develop the characters fully, therefore, I could not relate to any of them. I just didn't care about them..........nor did I find the plot to be very compelling. Don't waste time on this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was definitely one of the worst books I have ever read. It is slow moving, and at half way thru, I still don't know what the story is. Good character description,but there is no plot. I would not recommend this book to anyone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book b/c of the reviews (not the actual reader reviews) and am so sorry that I did. What a waste of my time and money. This was one of the most horrible books I have ever read. How can they even compare her to Jane Austen, especially after reading this book? The characters are boring, the plot is boring, there is no sense of consistency in the book and you have no timeline through the entire book. Reading a dictionary would be more interesting - and at least worth my time.
whiteginger More than 1 year ago
I purchased this book after finding it on an NPR book list. As the NPR and other reviews had hinted, this book is far more rich in character and theme than in plot. I found Emily and Jess, the two sisters who are the unifying characters of the novel, to be quite real and felt comfortable with them immediately. (I did think the environmental activist situation to be a little contrived, but it did not keep me from liking the characters.) The sisters' relationship and the relationships that touch each of them are the focus of the novel. In each relationship--sisters, partners, friends, lovers--the characters struggle to find the kind of happiness that will last. I enjoyed Goodman's treatment of this universal idea. I ended the novel no surer of a recipe for happiness than when I began my reading, but I had new ideas to think about. I, personally, often like that open-ended thought-provoking ending much better than a neatly packaged solution.
ebmeripe More than 1 year ago
I think the author needed to put the book together fast and forgot to put it in order. I would get into the story of one character when it will jump into another. Years and months passed from one page to another without keeping the characters tied in the story line. I was very frustrated and could not wait to finish it. Sad because the plot sounded interesting for a moment.
PLMM More than 1 year ago
I finally had to give up on this book. The characters were not well developed and frankly, some of them were quite annoying. The story line was very slow and just never seemed to go anywhere.
Philly_Bluenose More than 1 year ago
My husband got me this book because it was reviewed on NPR. It is an easy, enjoyable read.
Frisbeesage More than 1 year ago
Wow - quite a book! The story starts out about 2 sisters, Emily and Jessamine. Emily is the oldest, smart and responsible she has life all figured out and is on the cusp of huge success with a startup, software company and in a serious relationship with her steady boyfriend. Jessamine is the flighty, younger sister still trying to find her way. She hops from one boyfriend to another and one cause to another, looking for a way to do good in the world. A simplistic synopsis for a deeply complicated, real, and honest book. This story is about sisters, dreams, and growing up. Its about wild dreams, heartbreaking devastation, and as the dust jacket so clearly states "it is about holding on to what is real in a virtual world: love that stays." Phew! This was, wow!, quite a book for me. The first 2/3 of the book were, honestly, boring. I'm not in the software world and I didn't pay much attention to the dot.com boom when it was happening. I don't understand the mind set of the kind of people who lost it all in crazy start-up schemes, so I just wasn't really interested in those parts. Jessamine was mildly more interesting, but it didn't seem like she was ever going to get her act together. Then, all the sudden, it started to catch my interest. As an unexpected love story began to bloom I found myself unable to put it down. Then the big climax came to a head and I was literally riveted, desperate to know the plot would shake out and where the characters would end up! In the end, the book was so real, with flawed people and life turning surprising corners just when you had it figured out. A beautifully written novel about finding your path in life where you least expect it.
Ladybear More than 1 year ago
The author did plenty of research to make the story real and timely. Well crafted plots that interweave the theme of rare book collecting with chance encounters, cross-country family connections, and the impending financial and social disasters in the fall of 2000 keep the reader puzzled, but entertained. The literary references alone are worth the read, but are not intrusive into the story telling. I particulary enjoyed the descriptions of the Maybeck architecture versus the MacMansions on the East coast and the descriptive visits to Cambridge, MA evidenced some real time spent on foot in that town. When everything connects the threads at the end, it becomes more than just a good read -it morphs into a cleverly disguised mystery novel. I'm looking forward to the author's next novel with curiosity - what theme this time?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this story difficult to get into mainly because I couldn't get interested in the main characters. At times also the writing seemed trite. Not fast paced enough either. Basically not my cup of tea.
BookLover526 More than 1 year ago
This book received so many favorable reviews, I did not want to wait for it to be issued in soft cover form. I should have saved my money. I found the characters to be two-dimensional, at best, and somewhat annoying. I don't like to detail plot parts in a review because I don't want to spoil the book for anyone, but there is a story line that was a little far-fetched and coincidental. The writing style is ok. But the book was a huge disappointment
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The group I belong to enjoyed the book and had diverse opinions about what everyone's favorite parts were. All agreed on doing away with Jonathan!
wanzie More than 1 year ago
I found this to be a very interesting book and an unusual topic which was well written and such that you could readily visualize the settings. Any book lover would enjoy this offering.
lives2read More than 1 year ago
I started out thinking this would be an intertaining novel about two very differnt sisters, but the book spends to much time following too many people that weave in and out of the sisters lives. By page 40 or so I wondered why I had downloaded it to my Nook, and where the book was really going,and what was the point of the book? I am glad that I read it from overdrive and can send it back whenever I get done skimming it, maybe it has a purpose, I will find it if it does.
LadyMia More than 1 year ago
I was invested in the characters and relationships between them.
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CYVH More than 1 year ago
I slogged through this book for book club and hated it. I hated this book. It was billed as "similar to Sense and Sensibility" well NO. The only thing similar was the "plot" around 2 sisters. It was so contrived and in the end it could not make me care about either of the sisters and what they did. The actual character of cookbook collector only appeared briefly and was already dead. The other characters were uninteresting. The whole novel was pointless and I wish I could have the time I spent reading it back.
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Boring. Too many characters and none that I really cared about. I was glad when the book was over. I don't know why I finished reading it.
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aimlyss More than 1 year ago
This book stunk. Too bad it was my choice for book club this past month, they'll never choose one of my suggestions again! I'm pretty sure everyone in our group disliked it.
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Brainylainy More than 1 year ago
The writing is ordinary flat prose. The story isn't all that interesting, either. I couldn't not put it down. It's on my "will not finish" shelf.