Mom mentioned it in passing as one of the hundreds in her forever floating about our heads wish-list. I didn't take it much into account, given her newbie status on oriental authors. I should know better by now. This title keeps haunting me. I find it referenced EVERYWHERE.
Now, knowing it's a story told from the kitchen as a stage for life, it pulls at me. I've always made it my sanctuary, and from childhood have considered it the heart of a home. So maybe it's time to yield.
I'm putting it into my TBR pile.