A memoir of an Australian woman now in her fifties revisiting her time spent living and working in Italy and the relationships she found there, I found the book in turns fascinating and infuriating.
A talented cook and enthusiastic at all she attempts, the author does irritate as she falls haplessly in and out (but mostly in) of love with wildly unsuitable men who feed her insecurity. I spent much of the book wanting to give her a good shake.
Happily, by the time she turns fifty, she seems to have developed a bit of self-esteem, found a man who is not a complete tool and got a job which doesn’t leave her crying along into her chianti at the end of the day. Thank heavens for that.