A little something for Saturday.
I love to get wrapped up in the pages of someone else’s words. Like getting told a story a little at a time wherever I choose. The beach. The park bench. The bathroom rug while my daughter draws on the bathtub walls with foam letters and suds from her shampoo. And I often judge the book by how much I ask for the story to be told. When I don’t think about the plot even with it’s sharp corners sticking out of the top of my bag, seeking my attention, it’s one I can do without. But when a five-hour flight goes from take-off to landing in the blink of an eye or when I’m fighting to stay awake hours after the rest of my house goes to sleep, so that I can check in on the characters, I genuinely look forward to passing it along. And this book is worth passing along.
It’s a sweet story of relationships formed and then rekindled. It’s funny. It’s a quick read. This was supposed to last me a string of mornings in Maui, but only made it to the first breakfast. It’s set among one of the most beautiful places in the world that I’ve had the chance to visit; a seaside town on the jagged Italian coastline. It will be a journey in which you are happy to be along for the ride.