Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots

Tomorrow There Will Be Apricots by Jessica Soffer - 336 pages
Book Blurb:
This is a story about accepting the people we love—the people we have to love and the people we choose to love, the families we’re given and the families we make. It’s the story of two women adrift in New York, a widow and an almost-orphan, each searching for someone she’s lost. It’s the story of how, even in moments of grief and darkness, there are joys waiting nearby.
Lorca spends her life poring over cookbooks, making croissants andchocolat chaud, seeking out rare ingredients, all to earn the love of her distracted chef of a mother, who is now packing her off to boarding school. In one last effort to prove herself indispensable, Lorca resolves to track down the recipe for her mother’s ideal meal, an obscure Middle Eastern dish called masgouf.
Victoria, grappling with her husband’s death, has been dreaming of the daughter they gave up forty years ago. An Iraqi Jewish immigrant who used to run a restaurant, she starts teaching cooking lessons; Lorca signs up.
Together, they make cardamom pistachio cookies, baklava, kubba with squash. They also begin to suspect they are connected by more than their love of food. Soon, though, they must reckon with the past, the future, and the truth—whatever it might be. Bukra fil mish mish, the Arabic saying goes. Tomorrow, apricots may bloom.
My Review: 3.5 stars
This book took emotional hunger to new heights in metaphor. The work led me to a dark and emotionally uncomfortable place, yet I give a huge applause to the author for getting me there. For many of the pages I just wanted to jump into the phrases and either shake some sense into a character  or just simply hug them. Cooking, mothers and daughters, love and loss, and filling the empty spot in our souls were the paramount themes in this book. The character Blot was an awesome branch to the story and I loved his name as for me, it reminded me of cleaning up a spill and in the protagonist’s case, cleaning up her blood from her incessant and heartbreaking cutting. The food references were abundant and used not only literally, but also to describe feelings, physical attributes and more.
Thankfully, the book wrapped up in an honest way and wasn’t too rushed trying to fit all the pieces together.  
Quotes I liked:

- “The idea of love doesn’t account for a fear of loss.”

- “Sometimes, no matter how hard I tried to keep my hopes down, the popped back up like a turkey timer.”

- “Not for a moment had I allowed myself to wither into sadness. Wouldn’t. It’s impossible to know when sadness ends. It’s a string I feared I’d keep on pulling until I unraveled the carpeting of a million rooms.”

- “For the rest of his life, he realized, he would have a relationship with something that was what it wasn’t.
Tags: 2013, Fiction, Mothers/Daughters, Food

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