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When Patricia, “the naïve American” meets Gregori, “the gorgeous Greek”, her Sicilian-born father takes spectacularly extreme measures to try to stop her from marrying him. This is just one of many wrong reasons why Patricia is all the more determined to do so. She even moves with Gregori to Greece, where he insists he must be in order to be happy. Once there, she discovers that though she might not save her marriage, she just might save herself.
With vivid descriptions of life in beautiful, modern-day Greece, this memoir is both a tasty treat and an exhilarating sail on the Hellenic seas through xenophobia, dysfunctional family units, religious ravings, obsessive protocols, political disorder, European football, and fabulous food. As the Italians say, Buon Appetito! (Good Appetite!) As the Greeks say, Kalo Taxidi! (Good Voyage!)
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September 19, 2009: Oh, those Greeks. They brought us The Fates, but they met their match in American Patricia Volonakis Davis. She faced a destiny expected of so many women, but had the courage to discover her own path. Harlot's Sauce is an entertaining and ultimately uplifting story of family, friends and feta that countless readers will surely love and see themselves in. We don't all need to travel halfway around the world to Greece to find ourselves, but you'll be glad Patricia Volonakis Davis did.
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April 30, 2009: I had the pleasure of meeting the author in San Francisco, and she is a beautiful woman inside and out. I have friends and relatives who had near experiences. My grandparents lived in America so I did not. I visited Greece and even though I spoke the language, danced the dance and belonged to the correct Church, I was treated as an "Americanaki". I can identify with many things. I have recommended this book to many, many friends and consider it a great gift. However, even though I am twice removed from the Greeks she dealt with, I found three things that disturbed me. I explain them to my friends because they are important -- 1) on page 89 Patricia describes the crucifixes G.O.Christians wear as an "image of death." The Catholic crucifix has the body of Christ. That is an image of death. The Orthodox have the cross only. That mean He has been resurrected. There is no body. So it is an "image of life". Christ is Risen! She also says Greek Orthodox priests get married. They do not. They must marry as seminarians or deacons and then get ordained. Once they are ordained in the priesthood, they cannot marry. My brother is a priest who lost his young wife to cancer. He had two young children. He left the priesthood because he was not allowed to remarry and give those babies a mother. Third, is a personal gripe. I am a terrifc cook and make the best egg lemon soup in the world. It does NOT taste like wallpaper paste. Other than that, it was a super read. I laughed a lot. Efharisto, Patricica.