Cleaving: A Story of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession, by Julie Powell

I hated the first two-thirds of this book.  Julie Powell's obsessive love affair with D and the impact it had on her husband was painful to listen to.  Obviously she was writing from hindsight but the combination of her self-awareness and self-destructiveness and hurtfulness was distressing.  The instructional essays on butchery would have been moments of relief, but for the fact that they were sort of boring and often caused me to tune out.  Her healing meat tour of Argentina, the Ukraine, and Tanzania was odd, but interesting.  The last third almost made up for the first two-thirds.  She's a good writer, a good reader of her own words, and totally self-absorbed.