Playing For Pizza by John GrishamWhen someone wakes up in a hospital bed from the worst concussion in the world with an entire city that hates them, apparently they go to italy to play football there! i hesitated to pick this one up, but my mom insisted that it was "a kinda cute ending," so i gave it a shot. i'm glad i did. it was a nice little novel to conclude my interesting little weekend. and i think i am going to keep the weekend alive by -gasp- skipping my class today! oh no! but, with the exception of finishing Playing for Pizza, i am actually going to get some shit done. and thats a promise.
Grisham surprised me with his detailed portrayal of both food and football in this book- not a law firm, a football field in italy. i reccomend that he do this sort of food writing again, because it was making me drool. and isn't that, after all, the sign of truly good food writing?
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