"Playing for pizza" is quite a strange book. Despite being written by Grisham, one of my favorite writers, it is so unlike his typical books, that I could have guessed it was written by, I dunno, Jodi Picoult or someone else, had I not known who actually wrote it.
Now this book's also strange because it has no plot. Basically it's sort of a simplified diary of Rick's life in Italy, or, more like an account of what did he eat, where did he eat, what did he drink, where did he drink, what cafe, bar, trattoria or restaurant he visited, what landmarks did he see, and, occasionally, how did turn out a football match he played in.
And you know what? I enjoyed it. It was quite a page-turner for me. Of course it's a short read, and had it been longer, most likely it would have bored me finally, but being as long as it is - just a 7-8 hours read, I had lots of fun. And why wouldn't I? It's a book about Italy, good food, beer, football and even a couple of cute dolls. What more could a man want? (Yes, that's actually sexist and chauvinist and perfectly legit for the last three+ hours - welcome to Orange World!)
As I said, it's a quick read and most certainly not the most intellectual book you've ever seen, but it's quite good and odds-on you'll enjoy it, especially if you read it as a break from "normal" literature.