Tuesday, December 16, 2014
The Hundred Foot Journey by Richard C. Morais held me rapt through the entire trip of the young man's life. So much so that I completely forgot that it was fiction, it seemed so real to me. As I finished the book and began to read the acknowledgements, I was perplexed. I checked the author's name, then the side of the book completely convinced that perhaps he'd mistakenly forgotten to thank the young chef he'd documented. No-no. It was fiction. Wow. The characters were so well-developed that they seemed real. The journey was fraught with strife and I had cried at times. I thought that this young person had overcome so much to grow into the man he'd become. Perhaps that is the best compliment that a reader can pay a writer. I forgot it wasn't real. I hope the movie (released last summer) does it justice.