This was a strange book. You learnt a lot about the family at the heart of it without ever feeling that you knew any of them, even the protagonist. The premise of the book - that she could taste how people were feeling by the food they made - was dealt with well at the start, with her sheer horror at discovering her mother's feelings, but as the book went on, it became more or less incidental as she found ways of getting round it. There was little "action" in the book, but what there was revolved around the older brother, whose strange abilities were so much stranger than his sister's. Late on, you discover a grandfather, and maybe the father, have weird abilities too. I can't help but feel that everyone would have been so much happier and more well-balanced if they had just talked to each other.