When I hear memoir, I think of a longer book. This was really more of an essay. What made me pick it up was that I liked that it was A) about Rome and B) billed itself as the anti-Eat, Pray, Love. Two for two in my books.
It started off well. There is a quite funny characterization of Rome as a deal-making woman at the start. But from there it devolved into a list of 5 men named Marco that she'd known in various ways and what was wrong with each of them.
That's it. I feel like I was really shortchanged in every way on this one.
Thanks to Shebooks and NetGalley for a copy in exchange for a fair and honest review.