Review: SOMETIMES I DREAM IN ITALIAN by Rita Ciresi

Angel Lupo grew up in a traditional Italian home — an exclusive club where Mama’s word was everything ... and where nice girls saved themselves for marriage. All Angel wanted was to be movie-star blond, change her name, and get as much attention as her prettier older sister Lina.

Now Angel is nearing thirty, penning Catholic greeting cards for a living, and still jealous of her sister, who has a house in the suburbs, two kids, and a husband who loves her. So Angel does the next best thing: She answers a personal ad.

Dirk Diederhoff is blond, teaches at Vassar, and is definitely not Italian. Nor is he the thrill-a-minute lover and soul mate Angel prays for. But as Lina, recklessly embarked on an affair of her own, would tell her: There are no perfect tens out there — only men who want you to talk to them in Italian during sex.

My thoughts: Italy is a beautiful country with delicious food, so, of course, I wanted to read this book. I’m sorry to say that it was long-winded and boring.

Who are these characters and why should I care for them? Is this all taking place in Italy?

The story did not resemble the plot summary at all. Disappointing.

My rating: 1 star