Title: Passion is hardly the word for it....
Product review: being an italian-american, i have always held a certain place in my heart for all things italian. this book has certainly made its way there, not only because of where it took place, but the mellifluous and incredible language used to write it. It was almost as if i were reading a long poem, not meant for my eyes, but only for those of the gondoliere's daughter...i felt a kinship with her...a stirring in my blood so to say...i cannot explain it...there are no words to describe this book without insulting its beautiful prose...i have yet to read anything else by this author, but i am sure that i will sometime soon...
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