A passionate lover of food, Christensen weaves recipes into a story of survival. Our shared passions thrill and satisfy us, and our abundant freedoms-to daydream to cook exactly the food we want when we want it to drink wine and watch a movie without worrying about who’s not yet asleep upstairs to pick up and go anywhere we want, anytime to do our work uninterrupted to shape our own days to our own liking and to stay connected to each other without feeling fractured-are not things we’d choose to give up for anyone, ever. Novelist Kate Christensen makes a plot line of her own life in a memoir that describes her struggles to come to terms with her family, her relationships and her sometimes violent father. We get to go to bed every night together, alone, and wake up together, alone. Instead, we have this life, and we are these people. But we also would have become different people, made different choices, and had a different relationship with each other more distant and harried, more responsible, more grown-up. And we would have raised them with all our best efforts and unflagging commitment. “Sometimes we posit a scenario in which we were both young when we met, and we imagine that we would have had kids, if only because I would have wanted them.
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