Thursday, April 18, 2013

Dolci di Love by Sarah-Kate Lynch

Description from Penguin: Corporate star Lily Turner abandons the boardrooms of Manhattan for the steep streets of Montevedova when she discovers her "perfect" husband, Daniel, has another family tucked away in the hills of Tuscany. Once there, her plight attracts the attention of the Secret League of Widowed Darners, an all-but-invisible army pulling strings behind the scenes to create happy endings. Soon founding members, Violetta and Luciana, are scheming to mend Lily's broken heart-and to enlist her help for their struggling pasticceria.

With the lush landscape of a sumptuous Tuscan summer in the background, and the tantalizing scent of fresh-baked cantucci in the air, Dolci di Love is the joyful celebration of a modern recipe for life.

The descriptions of Montevedova were beautiful.  Made me feel as if I was there. I could see the ladies making the cantucci (Americans call it biscotti). Smell it baking. Lily finds a photo of another family in her husband's golf shoe.  Hidden from her.  It was like a kick in the gut because she had been trying to have a child.  He has children with another woman.  She gets drunk, does not remember getting drunk, and purchases a ticket to Italy to find her husband.  She is devastated but loves her husband. She gets to Montevedova and the widows have other plans for her. This is a delightful story about all different kinds of love. 

An excerpt:
Daniel's other woman and two bright-eyed beautiful children were sitting under the insole of his left golf shoe when Lily first found them. They were laminated.
Despite the shock of finding the photo and the immediate awful certainty deep in her bones that these children were indeed her husband's, this most practical of details struck her. They were laminated, which made a point all by itself.
The layers of Lily's life-as-she-knew-it might be flying off into the ether, helplessly transparent, never to be seen together again, but the layers of this other life she knew nothing about were fixed sturdily right there in her hand, bonded for eternity.
Lamination was forever, after all. That was what it was for. You didn't laminate things that didn't matter or that you weren't sure about; things like your Fairway shopping list or the Italian heels clipped out of the latest Vogue.
You only laminated absolute necessities, sureties; things that you needed to last longer than they were meant to when they were printed on paper that could be spattered by ketchup or yellowed by the sun.
The surprise woman and two children were accordingly announced to Lily as a trio in need of top-level maintenance. So important were they to Daniel, her husband, that he wanted to protect them forever against all the foot rot, shoe sweat and whatever other peril the Manhattan Woods Golf Club held for them. So important were they he wanted to keep them close to him for time immemorial, or however long plastic lasted, which Lily happened to know was around 500 years. Long after Daniel was dead and buried, after she was, after everyone in the photo was, after the golf shoe - save, perhaps, the two brown flugelbinders from the tips of the laces - had decomposed, this snapshot of a happy "family" would remain. 
Read a bit more here. 

Pages: 305

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