This is book number three of the "new year".
A Tuscan Childhood.
I was attracted to the "Tuscan" line and so I eagerly grabbed it seeing pictures of all the fun, Italian books I've read before.
Disappointment was in store. I found it to be a little tedious reading about this woman's "priviledged" and artsy, interwar British upbringing in a small town outside of Florence.
The beginning I supposed was all right but then it went on too long and the ending was just plain old boring so I ended up speeding through it without much retention.
My overal review - don't bother reading it. The cover makes it look tantalizing, but the words inside just leave you hungry...
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