I loved, I lost, I made spaghetti by Giulia Melucci

I was incredibly sad when I learned this was a memoir.

Rave: This book was....easy to read I guess.
Rant: This book, (maybe because it was real?) was somewhat dull the narrator was what I might call pathetic if I were in a particularly feisty mood. I did not read to the end because it was basically a telling and retelling of her bad luck with love and good luck with recipes.

Jack Ward