Sure. Pretty sure it was just beef, though.

Go on...

Be careful, moderate opinions can get you in trouble!

You seem to have an opinion on the matter.

Can we get some few hundred stars for this comment?

I think I also never heard of fish tacos where I grew up (eastern USA, 70s-80s). I remember the summer that cilantro and sun-dried tomatoes and goat cheese arrived in our village. It was like: whoa!

Sorry for revisiting this - isn’t this true about a lot of books? I mean, maybe a 40 year old is not going to be enraptured by Catcher in the Rye, and maybe most 16 year olds won’t go nuts for Hilary Mantel. Taste is not only subjective, in the sense that you like what you like, it’s also really contingent on where…

The Secret History is really fun if you’re a certain type of person at a certain time of your life, I think (“Ever been an ancient languages geek or had to hang out with one? You may enjoy this book!”) Maybe similar reader demographic for Foucault’s Pendulum or the Name of the Rose. Didn’t try her other books, so…

I think that people around this part of the thread were talking about the books they liked (or not) and why, based on more or less literary criteria and tastes, not demographics. But maybe I misunderstood what you were responding to.

I hear you, but I just cannot resist buying books. Also, my local library sucks and for some reason taking reading books from my uni library just doesn’t work for me. But mainly I’m a sucker for buying books.

Alice Munro stories legit break your heart.

I’ll try to answer. So the main thing to understand is that ice cream cake is ice cream, but a CAKE. That’s like taking one good thing and multiplying it by another. But if that doesn’t convince you, allow me to remind you about CRUNCHIES.

I think you have better time-management skills than I do.

I love this question! So I’ve read one and a half recently, and have a third on the shelf waiting. One I would really recommend is:

Dunno, I have some pretty awesome memories of ice cream cake from birthday parties in the late 70s. On the other hand, I probably would have eaten a fistful of sugar back then, so don’t go by me.

For me it was even worse. The bookstore guy whose judgment I usually trust was like “This is the book FOR YOU!’ So wrong. But it was the only book I had with me on a long trip in Germany, so I hate-finished it.

Stop biting off A.S. Byatt!

Didn’t read it, but The Secret History was the bomb. Highbrow trash for nerds!