I picked this up at the library because the cover was pretty and shiny. I admit it. I judge books by their covers a lot of times. If the cover is aesthetically pleasing then I figure the content inside has to be somewhat pleasing if not downright awesome. Skewed logic? Most probably. And it’s not always true but pretty covers are just so…paradisiacal.I haven’t read any reviews for this book so I don’t know what others think about it but I liked it. It was like watching a chick flick, dressed in your pjs on a rainy day. You know how there is comfort food? This was a comfort book. Honestly. It is fluff but well done fluff.You have a hero (dashing, check; brooding, check; foreign, check), a heroine (spunky but somewhat too straight edge) and a whole host of meddlers. (Friends at home, friends in Italy, the mischief abounds.) It felt sort of like a Shakespeare play rendered in contemporary times with a chaotic cast and absurd romantic plot lines that somehow never failed to make you smile.It could have been bad. But I think the book saved itself by not trying too hard to be an epic romance. It’s goal was to have fun and it had fun. This is a perfect book for a day when you feel like the world sucks and you want some happy endings. So… read it. Enjoy it. I know I did.
