Have you ever read a gushing magazine article and come away feeling slightly guilty about the waste of time, and rather nauseated by the material itself, yet unable to put it down? That is more or less the sensation I had after reading this book.
The book is written - very badly - in breathless prose. The author tells us all we ever wanted to know about the wine-producing village of Montalcino but manages to make it appear commonplace. She only hints at the differences between the townsfolk and the wine-producers, and does not mention at all the difficult reality of living in Tuscany.
There is so much that is glossed over in this book: politics, religion etc. The author seems a perpetual tourist not wishing to give offence to anyone. It would be interesting to see how she would deal with the current scandal over the authenticity of some of the wine sold under the Brunello label.
Finally, do not think this is a relation of Frances Mayes' classic. It does not come anywhere close. Read Mayes or Ferenc Mate instead if you want to find out about living in Tuscany.