Voluptuous. A book.
The cover of The Dangers of Truffle Hunting reads: “glamorous, voluptuous and bursting with passion.”
Voluptuous. A book. This was going to be some trashy sh*t and I couldn’t wait.
While yes, it was certainly trashy, I was surprised to find some key moments of *depth* woven throughout. It’s kind of like the rom-com cocky guy who, in a moment of weakness, accidentally lets slip his nice-guy interior. That guy is insanely attractive. So is this book.
It has it all – lust, love, fame, wine, rich people, the whole shebang. It had me rooting for the protagonist and left me heart-warmed throughout.
No, it won’t make you look as intelligent as a Penguin Classics book cover might, but hey. It’s still a good beach read.