I read another Goodreads review for Whiskey in a Teacup which said ‘This could alternately be titled, The Rich White Woman’s Guide on How to Live as a Rich White Woman in the South,’ which I found hilariously true.
Look, I like Reese Witherspoon. From what I’ve seen of her in interviews and on social media she seems like a genuinely sweet person, even considering the ‘don’t you know who I am?’ run-in the with police, which frankly endears her more to me. So I was excited to receive this book as a Christmas gift from my mum. It has all the elements I like in a How-To-Live guide: recipes, stories of the author’s life, beautiful photography, and items you don’t need but will still consider buying because someone you don’t know is telling you that you need them.
Unfortunately, although I read this book from cover to cover, it just didn’t have any advice that I thought I could apply to my own life. The stories of Reese’s childhood were eye-wateringly saccharine, bordering on movie-script stereotypical, which made the whole book seem rather unbelievable.
I wasn’t inspired by any of the recipes, suggested playlists or books to read. I certainly don’t see myself inviting my friends around to sing Christmas carols while someone plays a grand piano in my drawing room, or gifting monogrammed goods that cost an arm and a leg to someone who just popped out a baby.
I’ve recently been reading a book on etiquette which is in a similar vein to Whiskey in a Teacup and it’s wickedly satirical, unlike here where I think Reese really thinks that children should learn entrepreneurship by selling lemonade on the side of the road while wearing their Sunday best.
This book is beautiful to look at and an easy read, but it’s not one I’m going to return to time and again. Luckily for me, I know that my mum bought it because she wanted to borrow it after I had finished, so I’ll be passing it along and not too worried if it doesn’t come back.
I’m giving Whiskey in a Teacup 3 stars.