This book is quite simply dreadful, and I have given up my perseverance to finish it.
The book is bulked out by unnecessary descriptive nonsense.
For example "he turned the bank vault handle, which had spokes on it like a ships steering wheel"
Who cares what the handle looks like.
The story could be told very successfully without all this expansive rubbish, and be two thirds smaller.
I am surprised it made the printing presses.
Any new author would probably fail to get it published.
1 of 2 people found the following review helpful
This book has only sold on the back of Mr Grisham previous marvellous books.
The publishers should be ashamed of themselves, firstly for printing it, and secondly for misleadingly describing this rubbish as "The International Number One Bestseller".
Mr Grisham should hang his head in shame.
It is marginally suitable for any male American early teenager, who might just be interested in travel (very unlikely), and who understands all the NFL plays. I certainly don't know any.
It is simply romantic twaddle, and I'm not quite sure why I bothered to finish it
7 of 14 people found the following review helpful
Not much to say really. Very disappointing for me, with disappointing collection of uninspiring recipes.
Even the scenery photos were depressing.
Italian food is my favourite restaurant food, so this is not an anti-Italian critique