Mostly this is a romantic tale about Lucia Sartori and her large Italian family in New York’s Greenwich Village in the early 1950s. For a large chunk of the book I thought it was pretty predictable and though it was very readable it wasn’t really my cup of tea. Taken as a whole though the story ended up being not quite what I thought it was going to be and I might pick up another of Adriana Trigiani’s books at some point to see what else she can do. Entertaining but I liked the book more after I’d finished it than I did whilst I was reading it.