Avery Bardot steps off the plane in Rome, looking for a fresh start. She’s left behind a soon-to-be ex-husband in Boston and plans to spend the summer with her best friend Daisy, licking her wounds—and perhaps a gelato or two. But when her American-expat friend throws her a welcome party on her first night, Avery’s thrown for a loop when she sees a man she never thought she’d see again: Italian architect Marcello Bianchi.
Marcello was the man—the one who got away. And now her past is colliding with her present, a present where she should be mourning the loss of her marriage and—hey, that fettuccine is delicious! And so is Marcello…
Slipping easily into the good life of summertime in Rome, Avery spends her days exploring a city that makes art historians swoon, and her nights swooning over her unexpected what was old is new again romance. It’s heady, it’s fevered, it’s wanton, and it’s crazy. But could this really be her new life? Or is it just a temporary reprieve before returning to the land of twin-set cardigans and crustless sandwiches?
*ARC provided by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.*
“It wasn’t love or lust, but something we both recognized as a possibility of something.”
Roman Crazy is very much about Avery Bardot rediscovering who she is. When she finds her husband balls deep in his secretary, the moment is a wake up call. Rather than feeling rage or sadness, she feels nothing, and this is more telling than any other emotion. Her friend Daisy proposes that she come to Rome and escape but on her first day there, her world is turned upside down again when she sees Marcello, the one that she let get away. Nine years have passed since she’s seem him but the connection is still there.
The book is vivid with the imagery of Rome. I can actually see, smell and taste Rome while reading this. I love the description of the works of art that Avery works on and the passion she has for it. However, the romance while there, took a bit of a back burner in this one. And while the book was funny, it didn’t have that gut-busting laughter that I’m accustomed to when reading Alice Clayton. This didn’t really feel like a romance but more of a woman’s fiction/chick lit type of book which is fine but I did feel it drag a little bit towards the middle. 3.5 Stars for beautiful Rome.