When I thought about eating dinner at Denny's yesterday, I'd immediately knew that I wouldn't. I want nutritious food, delicious and full of substance without fillers. Denny's food wasn't for me. When I picked up Lost in Italy I looked forward to having a complete nutritious five-course meal. I wanted Italy served to me on five different plates that were filled with delicious twists, nutritious angles and substance without fillers. What I read was a nice romance story. This was a nice story without Italy, without spaghetti, without wine, without cobblestone streets and fabulous restaurants, without Italian renaissance and fashion and real Italian accents. Given to me were a few lost characters, really out of place with zero connections to Italy or its vast beautiful topography and categorical historical significance.
But you know, a romance is a romance no matter where the characters encounter each other. This romance could have happened in Cape Town, South Africa, Reno, Nevada, or even El Quiché,Guatemala. But it didn't', and if the story was put in one of those places the scenery and characters would be the same. I wanted more than just undercover Italian police, a dysfunctional tourist family, a wealthy handsome celebrity, boats, guns and kisses, beatings, verbal quips and fillers. Oh yeah, fillers. All the characters had internal thoughts, pages and pages filled with lengthy personal thoughts, which for me, distracted from the overall story. Simply, 100 pages instead of 374 pages would have bundled this story.
Giving Lost in Italy 3 stars is a given for me because of the effort that went into writing the unrelenting personal thoughts from all the characters. If you love reading light and simple romance then Lost in Italy is for you. If you want Italy served to you in a complete nutritious five-course meal than Lost in Italy isn't for you. I love the title though.