I'm glad I have a plain-covered advance reading copy of this book, because I hate both the covers I found. The hardcover is above, the paperback below.
However, I am loving the book itself, which is in the attractive but hard-to-pull-off genre of "memoir with recipes."
The author's mother is American, her father Jordanian, and she grew up in upstate New York, mostly, except for some time in Jordan when she was in grade school. (And a later stint as an adult.) But she is surrounded by the culture, language and food of Jordan, and by her father's extensive family, who live nearby.
This book is a loving reflection on living between two worlds, and the important role that food plays in pulling the family together. Her stories are tightly written and the recipes are deftly woven in. It falls apart a little in the wrap-up, where she goes from the highly detailed vignettes of childhood to a quick gloss on the following 20 (30?) years, but overall I enjoyed reading this book and look forward to trying some of the recipes.
P.S. I did make a couple of the recipes, and posted about them. Click here.