I was looking forward to this book for awhile, the cover, the description, and the reviews all made it seem interesting. It isn't. The book focuses on Reno who likes motorcycles and art falls for one of the founder's sons of her favorite motorcycle company who introduces her to the pretentious New York art scene in the 1970s. There are a few chapters about Italy's history and the motorcycle company's history, these chapters end up being the most interesting part of the story. The art parties and people Reno talks to at them bored me and made it hard to read the book. It got more interesting when she went to Italy with her boyfriend and stayed at his mother's house. I thought Reno would see what she cared about in new York was bullshit and what was happening in Italy was real and should be documented, but no she goes back to New York and stay in the same boring ass art crowd. The rest of the book felt so pointless. Very disappointed.