It will be the disease of the girl at the heart of the story, in contrast / balance between hope for the future (although it would be more correct to say hope for the future A) and resignation before the power of evil.
Characters 'minor', but still enter the reader's heart and that are key to the unraveling of the skein are Lavinia, painter of great talent who cares only about art and love and love of art, not forgetting all the physical contact; Victoria, young and comely maid and Patrick, nurseryman single and charming.
The chapters are narrated alternately using the first, when we face the events of Andrea, and the third person, when we follow the stories of all the other characters. Curious choice that still does not paralyze the narration and indeed emphasizes even more the clear break there (seems to be) between the two narrative sections.

This novel has everything: love, seen in all its form and strength, friendship, is the sincere to the facade, the family, the traditional and enlarged, fear, death, LIFE.
The author deals with the decision but also with tenderness (and also with flashes of bold irony of Andrea) an ordeal doctor not indifferent, that is forced to face Lucia, dialyzed waiting for a compatible donor for the transplant of a kidney.
Nice touch that is certainly added to the value of the work is the cover, an acrylic given birth by the same author that lets us understand the versatility of Iannello. As if to scream to the world that an artist, when it really is, it is always, in all fields.
Very effective even the title, beautiful, enigmatic and stra-guessed for the story told. You just have to buy the book and start reading!

The very first chapter, set in India, will catapult us into a world far away, pages a bit 'mysterious regain in hand once the novel, to realize that it all comes back, that the circle is closed.
Nice surprise this reading, now I can not wait to catch the first book of the writer, and maybe sit at a table with her to talk about art and writing in front of a hot tea, while outside the window is down a light rain .

Giorgio Minelli

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