Comparing this to "A Year In Provence" is a joke, isn't it? This isn't a "gee, aren't the French cute and grumpy" sort of book. While this book does have charm in its portrayals of the people she interviews,a good deal of it is taken up by technical descriptions of how yeast is made, how drinking water is processed, etc. The sort of person who loves a Mayle book's eyes will glaze over.
Truthfully, I found Taber's detailed descriptions a bit hard to focus on myself--I think she could have found ways to simplify what she learned. And sometimes when she's musing in what she feels is a deep and meaningful way, she sounds pretentious.
Most important of all, where is SOME kind of recipe for french bread? Where is Taber with her hands deep in dough, trying to recreate the experience?
The creative spark that takes those ingredients she describes and turns them into something beyond the ordinary is missing in this book.