Novel & Cerita Books That Take Place In Italy

Italy was like a painting. Every scene even through the frame of a tinted window could easily be sold as a million worth portrait. As the limo took its turns through the italy's some of the most prestigious roads, Tara had an opportunity to witness the history of its ancestors. The stellar churches and tombs, humongous mansions and divine buildings. She had only read of these places in the random history books. She momentarily felt grateful for her eyes. She knew Italy was beautiful but to witness it with her own eyes was an experience worth living so far was. She decided if she ever managed to survive the life she was put through, at least once she would wonder around this country, enter th

There was no escape here—not that I was planning one. Not yet. I needed information. The library was my first destination. It was massive—floor-to-ceiling shelves, a rolling ladder, leather chairs positioned beneath tall windows. Old-world power lived in rooms like this. I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the calm settle my nerves. Books didn’t lie. People did. I was halfway through skimming a volume on Italian political history when footsteps sounded behind me. “You won’t find the truth in those pages.” I didn’t turn immediately. “That’s funny. I was thinking the same about people.”

"Nonno, meet Bella Ferrari, my fiance and your granddaughter-in-law," Giovanni looked at Aaron questionably. "Your Italian fiance?" He whispered. Aaron nodded. "Her surname is Ferrari, Nonno. That won't leave any place to question. But to answer your question, she is from Cervo, Liguria basically but came to the USA for her studies. Her father was a pastor in the local church there."

He exchanged cards with Mr Fritzwa, accepted some advice from that knowledgeable gentleman on the best hotel to put up at in Rome, promised to call him in Cork Street to pay his debts at the first opportunity, and parted from him with the agreeable conviction that he now had at least one acquaintance in Rome. * * * Miss Tellaro spent a pleasant morning exploring the town. There was scarcely anyone about, and that circumstance, coupled with the fineness of the weather, tempted her to take another stroll after her luncheon of cakes and wine. There was nothing to do at the Vinaio beyond sit at her bedroom window and wait for Patrick's return, and this prospect did not appeal to her. Walking abo

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.

The handwriting was elegant, flowing, yet distinctively feminine, unlike the stark, modern fonts she was used to. October 12th, [Twenty Years Ago Date] My dearest journal, Here I am, in Italy. Napoli! It feels like a dream, a whirlwind of color and sound after the muted gray of home. Lorenzo is… distracted, as always, with his 'business dealings,' but even his restless energy can't dampen the beauty of this place. The sea is a sapphire mirror, the air is thick with the scent of lemons and history, and the people… oh, the people are so vibrant!

Chapter 4: Dorm-Mate Finally, Becca was standing at the entrance of the university. It was the Sapienza University of Rome, one of the most famous universities in Italy. Her grip was relentless on the handle of the luggage, afraid of it slipping away from her hand and creating a scene. The less drama she created, the better it was for her.

Let's break it down to your own level," she replied, getting all pissed off. Oh, thanks, but I wonder where I could find one," I asked, pretending to know what a hotel is in order not to look so awkward. My clothing combination is already making me look like a fool, not to mention adding spice to my predicament. "They are everywhere. 70% of Italy is filled with nice hotels, so go and book one for yourself. I nodded and started walking away from her. Wait, did she just say Italy? The reality of her words struck me. How could I possibly be in Italy by now? For the last I could remember, Ravenswood was in the United States, in Washington, DC. How then did I get to Italy? Oh fuck!

Scott Reid was a smart man but I’d give this plan my all. I continued flipping through until I got to the last page where I wrote some of my plans to become a published author and to travel the world. One of the places I underlined was Italy. It strikes me as a place to fall in love, and I wanted to experience that, someday, with the man of my dreams.