Rosie Genova Quotes

I pointed, still unable to utter a word. Tim looked down at the spectacle behind the shed, his face swiftly draining of color. He gripped my arm with a clammy hand. And then he did something I'd been waiting half my life to see: he dropped into a dead swoon at my feet.

Gio Parisi was a good-looking man,if your taste ran to dissolute Roman emperors.

If Nonna sensed weakness, she'd zero in for the kill

I took another slug of my coffee - like most of my old boyfriends, it was strong, dark, Italian and slightly bitter ...

In a matter of seconds, the sky darkened and the first fat drops of rain splashed around us. We went from table to table to gather our guests, smiling to mask our nervousness as the wind blew harder. As I watched the empty chairs overturning and the linens on the grape arbor flapping like sails, I was seized with a sudden fear. The wind whipped the trees; the creak of branches presaged the first sharp flash of lightning, followed by a thunder crack that set my heart pounding.