Well, this was disappointing. I haven’t read it in years, and am now recalling why I haven’t. I really loved Under the Tuscan Sun and this one was painful to get through. I kept falling asleep. Mayes makes the decision to write rambling passages in this one and includes poetry and her musings on random things when she is supposed to be telling you about the days she spends in Tuscany starting in the Spring through the Summer. It’s been 20 years since Mayes […]