Everything by a top-selling author is not gold

“Playing for Pizza,”
by John Grisham

Do not waste your time reading “Playing for Pizza” just because John Grisham’s name is on the cover.

With a weak, predictable plot, this will make a made-for-TV movie of the poorest kind.

Here’s a guess: John G. went on vacation to Italy, and, to write-off the expenses on his taxes, he wrote this garbage-y tripe to pass off his airfare, train, hotel and restaurant bills as “research.”

All the “local color” can be found in any guidebook on Italy. Actually, some of those guidebooks make better reading than this football-based schlock.

If Grisham had the slightest sense of shame he would travel the world buying back this book from all who have wasted their money on it. – bz