She is obsessed with the cost of everything. How would a single woman who doesn’t shop for men’s clothes know his suit is $6,000? Just in case you didn’t know what the suit cost, the author brings it up again and what is wrong with him driving a Bronco? When she travels through town she notices the grime and broken bottles. She’s a bit of a downer. She wouldn’t admit that she couldn’t read the French menu so instead of asking what the waiter recommends or ordering a steak she gets the raw octopus. She runs out the front door and vomits after one bite. I couldn’t finish the book.