My takeaways from reading Paula Butturini’s memoir, Keeping the Feast:
- I want to go to Rome
- I want to shop in an open market
- I wish I were Italian or at least had some Italian friends who cook
- I am hungry for fresh fruit and vegetables and for homemade pasta
- I better understand depression and what it means to love someone who suffers from it
- I am grateful for the simple ritual of eating a meal with my family and the bond that is forged through it
Keeping the Feast is beautifully written. Butturini’s prose is so beautiful! It “sings”! Her account of one seller’s produce at an open market in Rome, the Campo dei Fiori, is enough to make even a non-foodie like me yearn for asparagus of all things! I don’t even like asparagus!
When tragedy strikes not even a month after Butturini marries her husband John, John’s physical and emotional anguish transitions into a deep depression. They return to Rome, the place they met and fell in love, and Keeping the Feast is the story of the repercussions of chronic depression and how the simple rituals of life can inspire hope.
Keeping the Feast is a beautiful book, which may seem a strange description given the darkness of depression that is the backdrop of Butturini’s memoir. Depression is a darkness indeed, a fact that Paula describes in pain and heartbreak, yet Keeping the Feast is ultimately a chronicle of recovery, the food and the beauty of Rome inspiring hope and healing.
I’d to thank Putnam books for sending me the review copy!
Wife and mother, Bible teacher and blogger, Lisa loves Jesus, coffee, dark chocolate and, of course, books. Read more of her reflections at Lisa writes….