Another book I picked up from the cheap table at a local book store. I love the United States, having been there four times (I’m going back in a month!), so I thought I’d enjoy this book about an Australian moving to New York. Unfortunately, this book wasn’t as compelling as I’d hoped. Angela, an Australia, meets and falls in love with an African American man when on holidays in New York and decides to up and move over there to live with him. Of course, matters don’t quite work out quite that cleanly, and anyway, her new beau lives in Harlem, and she’s not exactly traditional Harlem material. I felt like Angela’s stories were pretty pedestrian and she made a bigger deal out of certain things than they actually were for amusement’s sake (which fell flat). There were a few interesting moments but otherwise, this was a book I really had to drag myself through. Apparently Angela still lives in New York, though I’ve been unable to confirm whether she’s still with the boyfriend she moved over for. Probably a good read if you’ve never been to States, but for me, it was exactly illuminating.