I dragged this book out as long as a I could because I didn't want it to end. Well done, Joan Reardon. Many thanks too.

Before I started, I wondered if I was going to race through Avis DeVoto's letters to savor Julia. I needn't have worried. I enjoyed Avis as much as Julia. At times, even more so.

To think it all started with a gift of French knives.