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My Thoughts on Me Before You

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I really loved this book. In fact, it was one of the books I recommended to book clubs on NBC’s Studio 5.

Louisa has lost her job at the Café and is desperate for a new one. Her father is going to lose his job any day now, her mother is taking care of her ailing grandfather and her older sister wants to go back to school. The family is looking to Louisa to bring in a consistent salary.

Louisa leaves her comfort zone and begins working as a companion to Will, a man who was paralyzed in a horrible accident from the neck down.

The first few days are horrible and Louisa wants to give up. But eventually she develops a friendship with Will and when she discovers that he plans to die in six months, she decides to try to change his mind.

I loved the themes in this book — the idea of embracing life fully and living fully. I love how Louisa decides to be brave. I was not a fan of the ending, but I still loved this book.

Now, Jojo Moyes is British, so you do have to watch out for the language. No one swears quite like the British.

What I’m Reading Now: Me Before You

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They had nothing in common until love gave them everything to lose . . .

Louisa Clark is an ordinary girl living an exceedingly ordinary life—steady boyfriend, close family—who has barely been farther afield than their tiny village. She takes a badly needed job working for ex–Master of the Universe Will Traynor, who is wheelchair bound after an accident. Will has always lived a huge life—big deals, extreme sports, worldwide travel—and now he’s pretty sure he cannot live the way he is.

Will is acerbic, moody, bossy—but Lou refuses to treat him with kid gloves, and soon his happiness means more to her than she expected. When she learns that Will has shocking plans of his own, she sets out to show him that life is still worth living.

A Love Story for this generation, Me Before You brings to life two people who couldn’t have less in common—a heartbreakingly romantic novel that asks, What do you do when making the person you love happy also means breaking your own heart?

My Thoughts On The Shoemaker’s Wife by Adriana Trigiani

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I enjoyed this book. In a literature world full of sequels and trilogies, this is a stand-alone book that carries a story through 50 years. The author worked on this book for 20 years, and you can tell!

Ciro is a young boy when his father dies and his mother is makes the decision to leave him and his brother at a convent in Italy. When Ciro is forced to leave the convent, he is able to gain an apprenticeship in New York. While there, he is reunited with a girl he met quickly when he was living in the convent. But the stars do not align for them, and they are separated by other relationships and a World War until they find one another again.

If anyone is willing to take on a 500 page epic tale that will make you smile and cry, sometimes in the same chapter, I highly recommend this book.

What I’m Reading Now: The Shoemaker’s Wife

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Beloved New York Times bestselling author Adriana Trigiani returns with the most epic and ambitious novel of her career—a breathtaking multigenerational love story that spans two continents, two World Wars, and the quest of two star-crossed lovers to find each other again.

The Shoemaker’s Wife is replete with the all the page-turning adventure, sumptuous detail, and heart-stopping romance that has made Adriana Trigiani, “one of the reigning queens of women’s fiction” (USA Today).

Fans of Trigiani’s sweeping family dramas like Big Stone Gap and Lucia, Lucia will love her latest masterpiece, a book Kathryn Stockett, author of The Help, calls “totally new and completely wonderful: a rich, sweeping epic which tells the story of the women and men who built America dream by dream.”

From The Author’s Website:

Behind The Book

It started with a three foot stack of vinyl records, the old black discs upon which Enrico Caruso recorded the greatest arias of the opera. My grandmother Lucia collected all of his records and played them over and over again. Her absolute devotion to The Great Voice lasted her whole life long. I knew, in order to write this novel, I had to fall in love with Caruso too, because he sang the score of my grandparents love affair.

I’m a latecomer to the opera. I knew a few arias, and had a minimal knowledge of the great composers. I was working in Los Angeles in 1994 and went to see The Three Tenors by myself. I was compelled by the recent loss of my grandmother, and thought somehow, that the concert would illuminate something for me or provide some comfort as I grieved. After all it was her music. I climbed into my seat, sat amongst strangers and leaned in as if to look for something.

The orchestra was sublime. I developed an instant crush on Placido Domingo. Jose Carreras was razor sharp and focused. Pavarotti was warm and looked like one of my cousins twice removed. As the music washed over me, I began to understand why my grandmother was such a fan. The words were Italian, and the emotions were big, nothing was left unexpressed in the music. If only life were that way.

The Shoemaker’s Wife has been my artistic obsession. I have long been fascinated by my grandparents love story because it was a dance with fate. It’s one of those stories that had so many near misses against the landscape of world events that it’s a wonder they got together at all. My challenge was to present their world to you, beginning in the Italian Alps in 1905 in all its truth and particularity so it might feel it was happening in the moment. The story had to feel fresh, progressive and airy. I wanted my reader to have the experience I had when stories were told to me by the woman who lived them.

My grandparents were born in interesting times, on the cusp of the 20th Century as machines began to turn out shoes that were once made only by hand, as Enrico Caruso recorded the great voice on vinyl, as the first World War took hold and swept my grandfather into the belly of it. The pace of their lives began to race as machines, airplanes and cars made the world modern. My grandfather threw himself into the changes, naming his shoe business The Progressive Shoe Shop. He was in lock step with times, or at least, he hoped to be.

My grandparents sense of wonder never left them, so I tried not to let it leave the page. A cross country train ride, a standing room only ticket to hear Caruso, the first snap of the bobbin on a electric Singer sewing machine was new to them, and I wanted you to feel the delight that they experienced every time America presented them with something they had never seen before. Their lives, at the turn of the twentieth century were the very essence of modern. Everything was new, cars, phones, planes, electricity, even sportswear, and within the various innovations and creations was a kind of explosive potential. No one could predict where all the inventions would lead, they only knew that change was unavoidable.

I would return to this story in between the work on my other novels and noodle with it. There are many scraps of paper, including dinner napkins and the backs of old bills with a long line drawn across as I fiddled with the timeline. There are old notebooks filled with my grandmother’s musings that I wrote down as far back as 1985. I had bits of things, a random collection of train tickets, copies of ships manifests, and a silk tag with my grandmother’s name which she sewed into the backs of garments she had created. All these little things began to add up to something. I thought of Lucia’s stitch work, uniform, clean and perfect, and the thought of her artistry inspired me to stay with this story.

As it often goes with my novels, I walk around telling the story over and over again, to anyone who will listen until I can no longer resist the impulse to write it down. I traveled as far as the Italian Alps and as close the few blocks it takes me to walk to Little Italy in New York City to bring you the historical aspects of the story. It was a delicious gestation period. I worked on this story for over twenty years as I wrote scripts and novels and had my own family.

My travels got me to thinking about what it meant to be an immigrant, then and now. What a gift immigrants are to this country. They bring their talents and loyalty, and make our country even greater. My grandparents were proud to be new Americans. Assimilation was not about copying an American ideal, but aspiring to their own version of it. The highest compliment you could pay a fellow immigrant was he (or she) was a hard worker. I hear the phrase, work like an immigrant, said, but really, it’s bigger than that- we must also dream like immigrants.

My grandparents believed anything was possible if only they worked hard and had a teaspoon of luck. That old chutzpah still resonates, that magnificent moxie still remains, that drive to give their families the best of themselves, no matter the sacrifice, is still alive in us. This century is a return to the struggle. I found great solace in my grandparents’ courage. They were not alone. There were millions just like them.

When I was presented with the ship’s manifests of my grandparents separate journeys from Italy to America, imagine my elation as a writer when the box was checked that they could read and write. That was no small miracle at the turn of the last century. They placed the value of education, of reading and writing up at the top of their list, above survival. I wonder if they ever thought the written word might carry the spirit of their history forward. I hope I see them again someday so I might know.

It is my highest dream and most humble honor to present the fictionalized story of the life of my grandfather, a shoemaker, and his true love, my grandmother, a seamstress, who was most proud to be The Shoemaker’s Wife.

New York City, January 4, 2012