This was a strange book. Obviously the author just threw all of her own interests and passions into one book, particularly Italy and Italian films. Plus, there's a ridiculous amount of sex, descriptions of sex, kinky sex, sex, sex. Too much, IMHO. Still, I found the characters interesting enough to keep reading. But I am certain this can not be McPhee's best book. This seemed to be her own self-indulgent project, where she could just put in all the stuff that interested her and not really worry about anything else. A lot of silliness, but still not terrible.