I really enjoyed how honest Dent has been in her memoir of growing up in the North and wanting more. I expected there to be a lot of detail about how she became a restaurant critic and TV personality. There is some of that, but it's mostly about her family and the food that has shaped her life. I really recognised my life in Dent's recollections of the most exciting part of growing up being finding a bag of donuts in the reduced section of the big supermarket. Best days when you found ones filled with jam and not custard! She writes so well on all the emotions that come with looking after a loved one with dementia, from embarrassment, anger, exhaustion and surprisingly, laughter. I really felt like I was living through it with her, and wanted to reach out and give her a big cup of tea and packet of chocolate hobnobs. It just goes to show that when you see people on TV or in the media, you never know what they are trying to keep together beneath the surface. In conclusion I loved reading the fun stories about how Grace came from a working class Northern town and haphazardly made herself comfortable in the luxurious London food scene!