Sweet Honey, Bitter Lemons: Travels in Sicily on a Vespa

While it's a generally nice read, the writing just doesn't flow. Here's an example paragraph:

“What makes penne streaked with a sauce of tomato and pork so satisfying? Could there be anything more straightforward? Well, yes, there probably could be, but you could never have said this was a fancy dish. Yet it was fabulously pleasing on so many levels.” (p. 101).

What dish is he talking about? You don't know reading this review, and I didn't know when I was reading the book. This is typical of his writing style throughout.

I was in the mood to be wooed by this book, to become obsessed with Sicily and envious of his adventures there. The wooing did not happen. There were moments of delight, and he is definitely at his best when describing a meal. Everything else was mush.