title: Coins in the Fountain: A Midlife Escape to Rome
author:  Judith Works 
description: "You don't need Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck to enjoy this delightful Rome holiday...Her sense of humor is nicely threaded throughout the book, as is her knack for telling observations, whether she's speaking of a cathedral, a Roman ruin, or local prostitutes...Overall, what the writer wishes to share is achingly simple: 'We ate, we traveled, we befriended, and we learned to manage the demands in another country.' Armchair-travel books are rarely as good as this one."-- <i>Kirkus Reviews</i><br /><br />"Her wonderment grows and with it the reader embarks with her on adventures, enthralled by her discoveries and simple pleasures - mainly food it has to be said (and what's not to like about that!), as she fills her book with a rich pot of interesting observations and facts, peppered with useful tips. She herself masters the art of sprezzatura (or as much as someone who is not born in Rome can) -<i>the art of making the difficult look effortless."-- Trip Fiction</i>
zlib_text: Words Like Coins
  Robin Hobb
  Subterranean Press 2012
  
  “Words Like Coins” Copyright © 2009 by Robin Hobb.
  All rights reserved.
  Cover and interior illustrations Copyright © 2012 by Tom Kidd. 
  All rights reserved.
  Print Issue Interior design Copyright © 2012 by Desert Isle Design, LLC. 
  All rights reserved.
  Ebook Edition
  ISBN
  978-1-59606-527-7
  Subterranean Press
  PO Box 190106
  Burton, MI 48519
  www.subterraneanpress.com
  
  Words Like Coins 
   
  Robin Hobb 
   
  “First came drought. Then rats. Now it’s pecksies.” Jami spoke into
  the darkness of the bedroom.
  “And that’s why you’re afraid to get out of the bed to get a drink of
  water?” Mirrifen asked. Her sister-in-law’s restless tossing in the bed they
  now shared had wakened the older woman.
  “No,” Jami said, with a strangled laugh. “It’s why I’m afraid to get out
  of bed and go to the backhouse.” She shivered. “I can hear rats squeaking
  in the kitchen. Where rats go, pecksies follow.”
  “I’ve never even seen a pecksie.”
  “Well, I have! Lots of them, when