Thinking about the people and things I refer to as "twee," I guess it's not a state of being I particularly care for and this book is so twee. It's twee X twelve. It's twee-noyingly twee. There is a little sticker on the front of my (library) copy that says "Canada Council for the Arts Governor General's Literary Awards Finalist GG." I think that's an award for overtly and in your face twee.
I generally like reading about Julia Child; I think she was a fascinating figure from cultural history.
Not this time though. The pictures I guess are what make it so irritating (twee-ritating?) because the story is really kind of dull, and didn't really make much sense.
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Twee isn't my thing, and this is twee to the twee'th degree. Too twee. Way too.