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God, I always feel like a jerk when I rate a memoir less than four stars. I feel like a double jerk when I rate it three stars not because it was a substandard book, but mainly because it wasn't what I was expecting (and that has to do more with the marketing department than with the author herself). Here's the thing: Stir is being marketed for fans of Oliver Sacks (as well as tons of other people). And Oliver Sacks' books tend to stray towards more scientific (which makes sense considering he's a neurologist). So, I had assumed that Stir would be somewhat scientific, but it wasn't. Again, that's not a bad thing. But for someone who had assumed that it would be, not getting it led to some disappointment on my part.

My main issue with Stir was that I was less intrigued with the author's personal life than I should have been while reading a memoir. Don't get me wrong, I, of course, sympathized with all that she was going through. I just found myself wandering and not really engaged while the author was going on about her childhood and her relationship with her husband.

The food aspect of Stir was well-done. I kept looking at the recipes and thinking "I could totally make that", which of course is a lie since I can't cook worth a damn. It did make me want to head out to my local bakery, though, and pick up some sweets.

Overall, I thought that Stir was just okay. If you're looking for a more in-depth look into what caused the author's aneurysm or anything super detailed, then you shan't find it here. If you're looking for a memoir about recovery and food, then I recommend Stir.