When I closed this book today, after reading the last words, I sighed and said, "Now that was a real book."
My husband looked at me wearily and shook his head, "And all the others aren't?" He asked quizzically. If I didn't know better I'd think he was tired of my nose-in-a-book habits.
But really, this book was total magic. The writing was so solidly good (an understatement, but true) and the story was grand and sweeping and...epic. (At the risk of jumping on the bandwagon of abusing that perfectly good word.) De Blasi lives in Italy - Venice, I think - and her adoration for the place, the culture, the people, the food drips from every page.
I'm just so in love with it I think I'll read it again. FYI: I never read a novel twice. I attempted to read my all time favorite, Gone with the Wind a second time and only got 1/4 of the way through. Just couldn't do it. But give me a few years and I'm almost positive I will pick this one up again. And I will certainly be hunting down the rest of De Blasi's work and enjoying every sumptuous bit.
Get this one. Read it. Thank me later. Ciao.
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