First Sentence: You can do this.
I received a copy of the book from the publisher in exchange for a honest review. All opinions are my own and I was not compensated for this review.
What attracted me to Wish You Were Italian was that the premise of the book was so cute and reminded me of one of my favorite books when I was younger. The only difference between Wish You Were Italian and one of my favorite books when I was younger was that my favorite book was set in Paris and Wish You Were Italian is set in Italy (duh). I hoped I would love Wish You Were Italian as much as I loved my other favorite book when I was younger, but sadly, that didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed reading Wish You Were Italian, but it just didn’t impress me much.
Throughout Wish You Were Italian, I found myself admiring Pippa…sometimes. Never in a million years would I have the guts to ditch my plans in a whole another country and just…live life the way I want to. I’ll have to plan a lot of budgets, study google maps like it’s my final exam, and cram as much of the language as I could before doing all that Pippa did. I would also be afraid to go against my parents wishes and interact with strangers so casually. However, Pippa did all that and more effortlessly, although I sometimes didn’t agree with her decisions.
“I’m in a foreign country and I’m planning to lie to my parents about my whereabouts for almost three months.” (ARC 37)
Pippa did annoy me sometimes. For example, let’s say you just met a stranger named Chiara and talked for two days. The first day you guys just talked when you bought food from the shop Chiara works in; on the second day you guys hung out a lot longer because Chiara showed you around. Chiara then offers you FREE lodging after only knowing you for two days to stay with her family. When I saw Pippa agreeing, cue the dun dun DUN music in my heads. What if the Chiara’s entire family are serial killers? Mask murderers? Thieves? How do you know for sure? I don’t know if I’m just being overly-dramatic and I don’t know if Italians are just that friendly overall, but honestly, to me, the situation was totally weird and creepy. Maybe it’s just because I live in New York City, a place with a higher crime rate compared to other places and where the words “STRANGER DANGER” are pounded into our brains since kindergarten, but if I was in Pippa’s position, I’ll be overly suspicious and refuse to take Chiara’s offer.
“We would like to invite you to stay with us.”
“Oh”…”That’s so generous of you.”
“We would love for you to stay,” she says. (ARC 75)
There is a love triangle in Wish You Were Italian, as hinted in the summary and the title. I’m sad to say that the love triangle did annoy me at times because it was so obvious, right from the very start, who Pippa would end up with. (Hint: Just looking at the book summary will tell you who Pippa will most likely end up with.) Even if you can’t tell who Pippa chose, the events in Wish You Were Italian makes it fairly obvious who the better guy is for her. What really annoyed me was the fact that Pippa is so clueless throughout it all, wondering if that guy really likes her, wondering what is up with that other guy, etc. It got really tiring to read those parts.
Overall, I’m sad to say that Wish You Were Italian didn’t impress me much. The writing didn’t stand out, I wasn’t sold on the romance, and it was just an overall “meh” read. Wish You Were Italian was a book that could be easily forgotten, despite the fact that it’s a book set in Italy, a country I really want to visit.