So it seems the movie trailer is everywhere as of late, but yes it is actually based on a book which was released a couple of years back. Check out my full review here. And remember to update your readers as I have finally moved!
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So after owning the domain name for this blog for the last 4 years, I’ve FINALLY gotten around to switching it over!
What’s changed? Besides the URL, nothing much! You’ll still be able to follow my biblio adventures with some interviews, recipes and inspiration on the side for good measure over at www.atnumber11.com
So I was browsing the shelves of my regular bookstore, and came across these. Have you seen anything cuter??!
I am now obsessed and must have them all. See how they’ve even numbered them?? They know how book addicts work. So I had to go back and buy more.
You can find out more about this collection here. At only $1.99 they make great small gifts or fillers…or, say if you’re an addict and had to buy them all it’s not too hard on the back pocket!
The Italian Riviera, Hollywood, the 60’s and romance…what’s not to love?
I fell in love with this book from the first paragraph…
‘The dying actress arrived in his village the only way one could come directly—in a boat that motored into the cove, lurched past the rock jetty, and bumped against the end of the pier. She wavered a moment in the boat’s stern, then extended a slender hand to grip the mahogany railing; with the other, she pressed a wide-brimmed hat against her head. All around her, shards of sunlight broke on the flickering waves.’
Pasquale Tursi owns a hotel on a desolate (fictitious) island clamped to the rear of the stunning Cinque Terre. Left to look after the crumbling hotel after his father’s death, the clings to the idea of American movie stars visiting his intimate (read: tiny) island, and works to finish creating the beach and tennis court on the cliffs which he is certain will bring them there. In his spare time, he tries to convince the owners of the Cinque Terre to include his little dot into their fold – after all, Sei Terre is so much easier on the tongue, no?