I grew up on the humor of Bill Cosby. I loved (and still do) that man. Most of his comedy on tv and his tapes was relatively clean and appropriate for most audiences. Now, I can’t say the same for his stand-up, or so I’ve heard.
Humor has a way of connecting with people that some other types of literary genres don’t. I do love to read books about food: memoirs, cookbooks, etc. And that is why I wanted this one from Blogging for Books.
What I didn’t anticipate is how funny it is – but also how damaging that was to me. I had to put it down. You see, I have sin issues with food. I eat too much, I am a glutton, I worry about what food is doing to my body – I can be totally consumed with it. So, to read a book making fun of food, of eating too much, of the problems in America that we have with food – it didn’t do my heart (or my body) any good.
And I think, in every book you read, or however you engage with culture – you have to know how to impact your heart.
And your body.