I gave up on it, and normally it takes me a lot to abandon a book part-way through. I've read Heart of Darkness and Anna Karenina cover-to-cover, for Pete's sake, I can read anything. But not this. Emphatic thumbs down. What I expected to be a 21st Century woman's Fear of Flying (which is by far one of the best pieces of feminist literature ever, go read it immediately), yet all I got was a craving for bruschetta.
Oh well. Life is too short to read crappy books.
On to the next thing on the shelf ...