They say that the first page makes or breaks a novel; and I found that the first page of this novel included something written in Czech-with mistakes!!!
Okay, so the average reader can't be expected to have a clue about the Czech language, and I suppose the author doesn't either, but it got the novel off to a bad start for me and I was then inclined to mistrust everything else about it.
The whole effort seems a bit amateurish in terms of plot and character development. There were several elements of the author's writing style that I eventually found irritating, in particular the habit of repeating key phrases ("Everyone smokes in Prague" being a favourite). There were two mildly interesting plot twists, but in all the story creaked along as sluggishly as a Soviet-era "express" train.
On top of that, the reader must share 300-odd pages with a cast of somewhat dull and/or unattractive (and not even in an interesting way) main characters.
This book tries to be a romance with a political conscience, but I felt that it would have been better if the author had forgotten about the politics and just concentrated on it being a romance, because in the form it is now it fails to fulfil either as a romance or as a literary novel concerned with contemporary political issues.
On the up side, I found the description of Prague from a tourist's perspective to be fairly realistic- it is obvious that the author either knows someone from or has at least visited someone, in Prague. It is also clear that she likes the city very much and I found the description of the tourist centre of Prague quite pretty.
Let's just conclude that, while reading the book, I repeatedly found reasons to confirm the conclusion that I had come to on the very first page- that I would not be left with the feeling that my life had been enriched in the reading of it.