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