I think the single most difficult thing to stomach about this book is the absolutely stunning superficiality of this author's shallowness. And actually - in one respect it makes this book profoundly ironic in that she is the living embodiment of everything "the French" despise in Americans. Or a certain genre of "Americans".I stopped at page 100 - and that was 75 pages too many. If Sarah Palin was forced to spend a year living alone in Paris - THIS is the book she'd write.I mean - this is a woman who brags about bringing Skippy peanut-butter back from the good 'ole USA so that she'll have something good to eat - IN PARIS!!!Trust me - everything she says and does (in the first hundred pages) will leave you with the exact same impression as that gem.This is one to skip.If you're looking for a good "screw the world - I'm moving to Paris" book - read Almost French by Sarah Turnbull.