I love Italy for many reasons: it has given us opera, a beautiful
spoken language, pasta, some kick-ass literature, and many other things
(I also married an Italian, so there’s that!). It should come as no
surprise, then, that when I realized how much Italy was in the bookish
headlines recently, I was
molto eccitato!
(n.b. I audited Italian during grad school, but I don’t get much of a
chance to use it, so I’m going to vocab-drop throughout this post- just
lettin’ ya know).

Primo,
if you haven’t heard the buzz around Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan series
(which will be adapted for tv soon, apparently), you’ve been living on
Mars or something. This four-part story about friendship, love, and
family has taken America by storm, and the obscurity of the writer’s
identity makes the quartet even more tantalizing. How have I
not read any Ferrante yet, you ask? Three reasons: twins and a baby.
ANYWAY. I’m feeling a bit warm these days, so Ferrante Fever is definitely getting a hold on me. Imma check these books out.