Title: Martha Stewart in Tuscany
Product review: This book was boring, whiny, and obnoxious. This rich b****h buys a Tuscan villa, and then writes hundreds of pages listing all of the other things she buys to furnish the house: The title of this book should have been "Shop 'til You Drop in Tuscany." Throughout all this shopping, she feels sorry for herself and whines about how her Tuscan home doesn't boast the niceties of her other home in San Francisco. When actual Italians make cameo appearances in her self-centered monologue, they are quaint little stereotypes. And often the author is just plain wrong about her facts: For instance, in a chapter about visiting the Maremma, she goes to Montalcino, which ain't the Maremma. I suppose there are Martha Stewart-esque Italophiles who will think this book is "precious," but otherwise, beware.
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