When I settled in with Jill Santopolo's Stars in an Italian Sky, I knew it would be wonderful. I'd enjoyed her haunting The Light We Lost and her moving More Than Words, so her latest, which is historical fiction, was bound to be just as heartfelt. And it was. Perhaps even more so.
When Vincenzo walks into Giovanna's father's tailor shop, Italy is still recovering from World War II. But Vincenzo and Giovanna see only each other. Even if Vincenzo belongs to a nobility losing its hold on an increasingly democratic Genoa, and Giovanna is just a shopkeeper's daughter. Their attraction is so strong that not even Giovanna's sister's warnings can keep them apart, and soon Vincenzo, a talented but frustrated artist, arranges to meet with Giovanna in secret to paint her.
Meanwhile, in modern-day New York City, another passionate couple grapples with family tension. Cassandra and Luca are newly engaged but have different dreams when it comes to their wedding. Then something happens to further complicate things, making them question whether they're destined or doomed.
Embroidered with a whimsical wardrobe (not only is Giovanna a dressmaker, but Cass is a fashion exec), Stars in an Italian Sky is a love letter to love and family and how the latter binds (and, yes, sometimes constricts), even as it endures through the decades. Nostalgic and bittersweet, it celebrates the best things in life -- as well as the risks that make it worth living.

