Angel Lupo grew up in a traditional Italian home — an exclusive club where Mama's word was everything ... and where nice girls saved themselves for marriage. All Angel wanted was to be movie-star blond, change her name, and get as much attention as her prettier older sister Lina.<br><br>Now Angel is nearing thirty, penning Catholic greeting cards for a living, and still jealous of her sister, who has a house in the suburbs, two kids, and a husband who loves her. So Angel does the next best thing: She answers a personal ad.<br><br>Dirk Diederhoff is blond, teaches at Vassar, and is definitely not Italian. Nor is he the thrill-a-minute lover and soul mate Angel prays for. But as Lina, recklessly embarked on an affair of her own, would tell her: There are no perfect tens out there — only men who want you to talk to them in Italian during sex. <br><br>The award-winning author of <b>Pink Slip</b> gets the rituals and rhythms of domestic life just right in <b>Sometimes I Dream in Italian</b>, a bittersweet comedy about sisters, lovers, and a family that doesn't quite translate.