I was somewhat disappointed in this book. The relevance of the essays to the book's theme was frequently questionable, and much of the material from the more widely-known contributors was reprinted from another source. However, I enjoyed several of the pieces very much. I particularly enjoyed the essay about dining solo in restaurants, and facing that dreaded question "Just one?" Several authors also address the loneliness that cooking for one can induce, which is something that most anyone who has ever lived alone can relate to.
In the end I read some of the essays in their entirety and just skimmed the others.
Although there are recipes included at the end of some of the essays, this is definitely not a cookbook.
This book was just okay. After a while, the stories started to sound the same. And it got increasingly boring to read them. Especially when there were really no recipes. I was kind of disappointed about that. And the recipes that were in the book were just plain deceiving. For example, one had the ingredients but the steps were supposed to be cute. "Take the cream out of the refrigerator. Smell it. Realize it's old. Toss it out. Decide to make steamed spinach instead of creamed spinach." Or something like that. I even tried to read a chapter a day so as not to get sick of the book but it didn't help much.