Oh. My. God. Beyond tedious. I can't even begin to describe how much I do not care about this book. It just doesn't flow. I really loved Under The Tuscan Sun. It had a focus and a purpose. But this thing is a collection of whining anecdotes and whatever else happened to pass through the author's mind at the time that should have been kept to herself. The writing style started to grate on my nerves and I was so distracted I couldn't get through one whole page. She's all over the place. The writing is so abstract I could barely tell what was going on. And it's titled Every Day In Tuscany, but a portion of it is about trips outside of Tuscany. Severely disappointed. Read it for the recipes, if at all.