Well, I do love bagels, and Georgetown Bagels are some of our family’s favorites. Not only is the shop close to our home, but also we truly believe these bagels are the best in town (not that there are many good ones to choose from). Having heard vague stories of the demise of the marriage of “the bagel lady” and her husband who is the owner of Palisades Pizzaria (another place we frequent), I thought this would be an interesting read. I was fortunate that a friend purchased the book and loaned it to me – glad I didn’t pay for it – but I get ahead of myself.
I began Who Scooped My Bagel having just finished Me Before You (see previous post), so the bar was set high. Perhaps that made this read even worse, but I am not sure that is possible. [Caveat inserted here: I do feel sympathy for Adler. If even 1% of what she claims is true, she has had a terrible time of it. HOWEVER…) Even though Adler claims to be a writer, I am sorry to say that it is not her writing that makes this a page-turner. It is the train-wreck that was her life and having a sense of the place and the players that made me finish the book. Nothing more.
Adler jumps from past to present to cooking lesson in a jarring fashion. She also skips through 20 years in a few pages. However, the book only takes about an hour to read. Thank goodness, because I will never get that time back. Ask someone who has read the book to summarize for you. And, buy her bagels, not her books, should you choose to support her.