For my birthday, my wife gave me two books about wine: "Palmento", by Robert Camuto, and "Reading Between the Wines" by Terry Theise.
My wife's family emigrated from Sicily before the war and we try to visit as often as time and money allow, though never often enough. I also studied at the University of Vienna in the late '70s and spent many happy days wandering the Vienna Woods and the Weinviertal (I even remember drinking RED wine in Rust). If I only knew then what I know now.
The two books are similar in the sense that they address an emotional attachment to wine. They certainly made me want to jump on a plane immediately to scratch my own itch. I prefer "Palmento" -- maybe it's as simple a matter of the boy from the north dreaming of sunny climates and earthy Sicilian women. But I also found Camuto a much more felicitous and personal writer. "Reading Between the Wines" can drift off into a kind of geeky mysticism that is off-putting to me. But I would highly recommend either book, perhaps as a stocking stuffer.