You know what I love more than a great cocktail?
A great book.
Now if you combine the two, I might just crumble in awe at your feet.
Tim Federle, sorry about the crumbled mess I just left at your feet.
In the last week I’ve had the luxury of devouring four books. That’s FOUR complete books in seven days, people. I haven’t done that since my pre-child days. TEN. YEARS. AGO. Damn if raising independent kids isn’t the bomb. The real secret ingredient is raising readers. You see, while my boys read, I read. This is akin to the “sleep when the baby sleeps” advice I got ten years ago. Even then I sacrificed sleep for reading. Yes, we still read aloud as a family (much to my delight, as I know this time is fleeting); we also revel in reading our own books. This has proven to be a boon for me.
One of the books I relished came in a lovely little package from my dear friend Jennie.
I am a bit of a fan girl now. I love both the writing and cocktail recipes in equal measure. Federle is a master player of words, and his voice is genuine and snarkily right up my alley. The illustrations in this book are enchanting, and the literary quotes about cocktails sprinkled throughout are a delightful touch. It’s apparent that behind every great writer is a bottle of scotch. The best part is the Bar Bites for Books Hound chapter. Because everyone needs a little nosh to go with that nip.
I look forward to bellying up to the bar with Tim Federle some day. We’ll toast our favorite authors…and call a cab.