The Temporary Bride by Jennifer Klinec book review

the temporary bride

The Temporary Bride by Jennifer Klinec, published by Virago, is available now in ebook format and audio download and is due out in paperback THIS WEEK on the 3rd September 2015.

To buy links:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Temporary-Bride-Memoir-Love-Food-ebook/dp/B00IA2E4W0/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1441006417&sr=1-1

Product Details (as per amazon page)

A relationship was a mathematical formula: the correct variables of age, beauty, morality and finances were entered and the output was a successful, peaceful marriage. It couldn’t be, therefore, that their Iranian son could feel desire for someone six years his senior, someone who didn’t come to him pure and untouched. I was an amusing visitor from another world and soon enough I should return to it, fading quietly into an anecdote …

In her thirties, Jennifer Klinec abandons a corporate job to launch a cooking school from her London flat. Raised in Canada to Hungarian-Croatian parents, she has already travelled to countries most people are fearful of, in search of ancient recipes. Her quest leads her to Iran where, hair discreetly covered and eyes modest, she is introduced to a local woman who will teach her the secrets of the Persian kitchen.

Vahid, her son, is suspicious of the strange foreigner who turns up in his mother’s kitchen; he is unused to seeing an independent woman. But a compelling attraction pulls them together and then pits them against harsh Iranian laws and customs.

Getting under the skin of one of the most complex and fascinating nations on earth, The Temporary Bride is a soaring story of being loved, being fed, and the struggle to belong.

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I’d like to thank the publishers for an arc in return for an honest review.

Jennifer Klinec was a well travelled young woman by the time she left her banking job in London to set up her own cooking school in her London flat.  Jennifer was raised in Canada to Hungarian-Croatian parents.  Jennifer’s love of global food started at an early age and her many travel adventures saw her searching for forgotten recipes from foreign lands.  One of her adventures brought her to Iran, not only is the food of interest to her but also the culture of the women in Iran how they dress, how they are perceived in public and private.  Jennifer is introduced to a local woman who invites her to her home to learn from her the art of Persian cooking.  The woman’s son, Vahid, is cautious and intrigued by this foreigner as he is not used to independent women.  A friendship of sorts starts to build between them which develops into more.

This story follows Jennifer’s adventures around food in her childhood and growing up.  It shows the emotions of forbidden love and the struggles Jennifer and Vahid both face with the complexities of the Iranian laws and traditions.

A stunningly, beautiful story, wonderfully written with raw emotions written by only someone who could have experienced the pull of a forbidden love.  It was great to open my eyes to this new world Jennifer was discovering, the food was so different to ours and at one point I had to skip a few lines as I couldn’t face reading about how some of the food sources found themselves on their plates.  The Persian palate is very different to the English palate.  Jennifer is a very brave woman but has had this strength from a very early age.  This strength must have bolstered her in times in Iran when all were against her.  This story is a must read for foodie and romance lovers alike.  It is a testament to believing in yourself and your emotions.  4.5/5*

To find out more about Jennifer Klinec and her book please visit the following link:

http://www.jenniferklinec.com/

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