I had the misfortune to pick this up whilst travelling, which I suppose means that at least I did not have to pay full retail price after discovering it in a Zanzibar book-swap. Written in a manner that can only be described as exceptionally irritating, the author veers between slushy sentiment and self-centered "this reminded me of the time I was in..." digressions. As such, it's not a travel book at all, really, more a greatest hits of beautiful places the author has been over the course of many years and the men she briefly encountered. Short on description, narrative and humour, even my wife - the book's target audience - gave up on it after a few chapters. Pointless, meandering drivel, sorry.