Japanese Women don’t Get Old or Fat, by Naomi Moriyama and William Doyle
I picked up this book because Carrie (or CKHB) from Heim Binas Fiction mentioned it on her blog. I usually do not buy into this fascination with other culture’s eating habits. I do not believe the answer rests into what others eat. I do not think that America’s weight problem is caused by the wrong local diet, but by a too processed diet. I think that people from each region of the world should eat the food that is easily available to them in their own area. I think that local food is the food that our bodies need.

I have a long history with this book. I first picked it up from the library half a year ago and was not able to go through it, so I returned it promptly after three weeks. A month ago someone mentioned the book to me at a party. A week after that, the minister in my church mentioned the book in a sermon. A day after that I found out that there is a book discussion about the book also and that was when I picked it up again from the library. And I found in it, waiting, a preschool card of my daughter’s which I hadn’t even realized I had lost. I was probably using it as a bookmark. So, you know, some faith was involved in the story of me and this book.
I thought I would never finish
So I was in this mood to read writers’ biographies. Women writers, to be more exact. As I was sitting in the children’s section of the library, and my daughter was making a mess of all the toys out there, I grabbed a computer and started to do some research. I filled up five small pieces of paper I had found around (announcing a Halloween movie showing at the library) with titles and when the child was ready to go, we passed through the non-fiction room and picked out two books. One was Pagan Time and the other