start with a gin and tonic, add equal part grapefruit juice, dash of bitters (more if you feel as I do about the book) and salt the rim - this drink is appropriate for this bitter ruin of what could have been a much more cohesive book. Well written (grammatically and descriptively)but I didn't know where to focus. Who's story is this? The pregnant - thinking-shes-dying Dee? Or the young hotel owner? Or - flash forward - the disillusioned alcoholic musician? Or worse yet, Claire of the strip-club boyfriend and a job working for an old producer? I would care about the characters in spurts then I was thrust back to 1962 Italy, then forward to Beverly Hills, then to past-current day UK - the book was all over the place for me. But I did enjoy my cocktail!