Julia's Chocolates

Julia's Chocolates

"I left my wedding dress hanging in a tree somewhere in North Dakota.

Perhaps it was because it looked as if it had given up and died years ago and was still standing because it didn't know what else to do..." In her deliciously funny, heartfelt, and moving debut, Cathy Lamb introduces some of the most wonderfully eccentric women since The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood and The Secret Life of Bees, as she explores the many ways we find the road home.

From the moment Julia Bennett leaves her abusive Boston fiancé at the altar and her ugly wedding dress hanging from a tree in North Dakota, she knows she's driving away from the old Julia, but what she's driving toward is as messy and undefined as her own wounded soul.

The old Julia dug her way out of a tortured, trailer park childhood with a monster of a mother.

The new Julia will be found at her Aunt Lydia's rambling, hundred-year-old farmhouse outside Golden, Oregon.

There, among uppity chickens and toilet bowl planters, Julia is welcomed by an eccentric, warm, and often wise clan of women, including a psychic, a minister's unhappy wife, an abused mother of four, and Aunt Lydia herself--a woman who is as fierce and independent as they come.

All her life, baking has been her therapy and her refuge, a way to heal wounds and make friends.

Filled with warmth, love, and truth, Julia's Chocolates is an unforgettable novel of hope and healing that explores the hurts we keep deep in our hearts, the love that liberates us, the courage that defines us, and the chocolate that just might take us there.

Reviews of the Julia's Chocolates

I wanted to like this book, I really did but it was too cliched and trite, with too many stereotypes. Out of 4 women, one repressed minister's wife leaves her small town for NYC to pursue her art and becomes a literal overnight success, a housekeeper leaves an abusive husband and has a book published practically instantly, one has her home-made chocolates featured on an Oprah-like TV show, thereby assuring wild success, not just for her but for the whole town when tourists arrive, and one psychic, although living nearly penniless, is actually from a well-known billionaire family.

I read for the entire trip there, every spare moment in the hotel, and the entire trip home. Why is it, in nearly every book where a woman is leaving an unhappy marriage, a horrendous relationship (in this case her ex-fiance was a human stew of every horrific character flaw) or some other life-changing situation, that there is always, and I mean always, around the next bend a delightful little town, a wildly successful talent that she can immediately turn into a new career, and a Prince Charming?

Julia Bennett has left her incredibly wealthy, violent, abusive fiancé on her wedding day, driving cross-country to her Aunt Lydias home in rural Oregon. Of course he wont let her go so easily, but before he finds her Julia will be able to bond with Lydias circle of women friends who enjoy regular Psychic Nights. Heres a sample description of the women, and I quote: A psychic with a twitching eye, a bald woman chasing down her guns, and a mermaid-type mother crying.

If I put a Pink Ribbon around a Book it is not to be moved... I put my first pink ribbon around Cathy Lamb's Julia's Chocolates.. For awhile when I would pick it up to read it ..I would cry... and within the first chapter I was laughing and reading out loud to my daughter... NEVER has a book touched me like this one....

In living with Lydia, Julia also gets to know a group of women who will help her find herself and heal her soul and her body in the process. While this book is indeed filled with warmth and love, I just could not get into the characters lives, thankfully so I guess since most of them are dealing with some very serious issues.

In this small town, Julia with her big boobs, wild hair, and damaged psyche, finds friendship, safety, and strength. You are rooting for Julia to love her wild hair, big boobs, and tattered psyche and you laugh hysterically at the crazy-right philosophy of Aunt Lydia.

I think I've found a new favorite author. I can't wait to decide which of the Cathy Lamb books to read next!

I was horrified to read it and to find that I not only didn't like it, but that I hated it.

I can't deal with one more mention of breasts (or any of the euphemisms for them), or about how men are pricks (63 pages in and I'm sure this has been shouted 30 times minimum), or references to finding your inner uterus, or expressing the strength in your ovaries, or whatever (that last one might have been made up, but if it was, there is something similar in this book).

She then embarked on her notable academic career where she earned good grades now and then, spent a great deal of time daydreaming, ran wild with a number of friends, and landed on the newspaper staff in high school. Teaching children about the Oregon Trail and multiplication facts amused her until she became so gigantically pregnant with twins she looked like a small cow and could barely walk. When Cathy was no longer smothered in diapers and pacifiers, she took a turn onto the hazardous road of freelance writing and wrote almost 200 articles on homes, home décor, people and fashion for a local newspaper. She likes to hang with family and friends, walk, eat chocolate, camp, travel, and is slightly obsessive about the types of books she reads. She also likes to be left alone a lot so she can hear all the odd characters in her head talk to each other and then transfer that oddness to paper.

  • English

  • Fiction

  • Rating: 3.84
  • Pages: 390
  • Publish Date: May 1st 2007 by Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Isbn10: 0758214626
  • Isbn13: 9780758214621