Only in Naples

How does anticipation effect one's ultimate rating of a book? I expected little from my last book, and I ended up having it wow me. I had very high hopes for this book, and I found myself just liking—not loving—it. It's a tricky thing.

Please don't get me wrong, though; I did like it. I liked it a lot. It's the story of an American girl who meets a boy and his family in Italy and falls in love—in love with both the boy and his family. It was fun to read about all the startling ways the people of Naples do things differently from us Americans. Maybe it was a teeny-weeny bit too much memoir and a teeny-weeny bit too little travelogue, but only a bit. Overall, quite good. Just don't get your hopes up too much.