I hope my grandmother never reads this. I took this book off the shelf in her study without asking. Which could land me in hot water if she found out. Don’t worry though, I took good care of it, and it’s sitting by the garage door, ready to be returned on my next visit.
Let me see how many adjectives I can use to describe this book: dreamy, lovely, sad, poetic, joyful, imaginative, quirky, fun, unexpected, delightful, difficult…perfect.
Lucia, Lucia, like all of Trigiani’s books, includes themes of family and tradition. It is set in New York City, just after World War II has ended. Lucia is the only daughter of an Italian grocer. Her brothers, loud and rambunctious, work for her father, while she is allowed to work as a seamstress at a high-end department store. Lucia loves her family and culture, but struggles to make peace between responsibility and a desire to be more.
The Light of Paris does what all great (yes, I said “great”) books do. It puts you in the shoes of the protagonists, so that you occasionally blink and realize that you aren’t in the story.
The entire story is told through letters or emails between twins – Harry and Matilda. I would have thought this structure would annoy me, but it worked in this book.
This was a Sunday-afternoon, can’t-think-of-a-thing-I’d-rather-do-than-read-this kind of book. Now, I realize that tag implies a light, fluffy, beach book. And this wasn’t that. It was simply interesting.