This made it harder to read, but I was hesitant to change the font size, since that would have increased the size substantially for the rest of the paragraphs. A large number of paragraphs (in the Kindle edition) were in a much smaller font than the rest, or changed font sizes partway through, especially if there were italics involved. The thing I had the hardest time with was not anything about the story but a quirk in the formatting. At first, it seemed like Erin tended to read too much into some of Nicole's offhand comments, but since Nicole kept admitting that her conclusions were right, her sister obviously knew her better than I did. :) I could relate to Nicole in some ways, not being that great at cooking myself, although I couldn't quite understand why her mom wasn't helping or teaching her more, instead of just letting her go it alone. Still, I enjoyed this story and recommend it to teenagers who like light-hearted tales, short stories, and kitchen mishaps.Ĭute little collection of kitchen mishaps and random ramblings about life. While I could just chalk this up to most teenagers thinking they are doing more than they really are, it bugged me that in all the letters, not one mention of help was given. Nicole is struggling so hard, and she never mentions her mother helping or offering advice, nor her older sister and as far as I could tell, her brothers never offered to help either. The way her older sister points her back to God time and again is clear and wonderful. While we only see Nicole’s letters (I so wanted to see the others), it is clear that she and her older sister have a loving relationship. I mean, who doesn’t love cooking mishaps and a bit of family drama? Nicole is an overwhelmed sixteen-year-old whose mission is to keep from making a disaster of her new responsibility in the kitchen. Told in the form of letters, this was such a cute short story. To sum up, this short story is definitely worth the read, and my rating is based on personal preference, not the actual quality of the book itself. Maybe that's because you can't really measure a 'dash of salt.' I can't tell you how many salty cookies I've consumed. I've made them fifty times, but without fail, I get something wrong every.
I'm infamous for my escapades with these unbaked chocolate oatmeal cookies I make here regularly.
I found myself giggling at several points. Other than that, this was a really great story, light and entertaining. However, *clears throat awkwardly* this is a sensitive place for me, so. I also found myself annoyed at Nicole for buckling in to Erin as if she's some all-knowing goddess of wisdom with unrealistic expectations of a sixteen-year-old girl who has to cook (horror of horrors!). and I don't think Nicole really needed mothering to begin with. Perhaps I read her wrong, or perhaps I'm just too independent, but it felt to me like she was over-mothering Nicole. I enjoyed it and finished it in an afternoon.
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