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“Italy, despite its earthiness and charm, can never be New Jersey. Here we value evolution and change; Italy, while it warms the heart, is a monument to the past. In America we change our rooms as often as our fashions. In Italy you're likely to find throw pillows older than the Shroud of Turin. It's just a different way to live.”

Quote by Adriana Trigiani

Book:Rococo

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Rococo

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Adriana Trigiani
Adriana Trigiani

Adriana Trigiani is an American novelist born in 1970. Her works focus on themes such as family, love, history, and identity, with female characters at the forefront. Trigiani's novels are beloved by readers and have often been adapted into films. more

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