Chez Moi by Agnes Desarthe

The title translates literally as "my house" or "home" but the title in the original French is "Eat Me".  Hmmm.  Is this a sensitive book of self revelation or one of whining self indulgence? Myriam has done something she believes to be unforgivable but the customers in her tiny restaurant in Paris are prone to caring and forgiveness even of things they know not of.  The stream of consciousness style will certainly be off putting to many and the characters are few.  A foody would have plenty to think about.  I took it off my shelf simply because it was the shortest book. Not sure how it got there.  Now I wonder, if I knew Myriam would I be one who says, "Who am I to judge?"