I have a confession to make: Italy and I have been having a love affair for some time, now. Forgive me Paris, Bath, Carmel-by-the Sea, CA, Dorset, VT, and my beloved hometown of New York City -- but I adore Venice more than any other place in the world.
and the gutsy and gorgeous cortigiana onesta, Veronica Franco.
Italy has been molto bene to me, too. So far, three of my novels have been translated into Italian: PLAY DATES (Matrimoni, bugie e appuntamenti)
SPIN DOCTOR (Amori e centrifughe)
and THE MEMOIRS OF HELEN OF TROY (Il diario segreto di Elena Di Troia).
And I've just learned that the same publisher bought the rights to an Italian translation of HERSELF. I can't wait to see how they title it, since "Herself" is an Irish expression indicating that a woman thinks she's all that (and my book title has multiple meanings in the context of the story).
So I have something else to be thankful for this season. Perhaps I should skip the turkey and enjoy some Osso Buco instead!