“That's my little piece of heaven. Go ahead." Ciro followed Remo through the open door to a small enclosed garden. Terra-cotta pots positioned along the top of the stone wall spilled over with red geraniums and orange impatiens. An elm tree with a wide trunk and deep roots filled the center of the garden. Its green leaves and thick branches reached past the roof of Remo's building, creating a canopy over the garden. There was a small white marble birdbath, gray with soot, flanked by two deep wicker armchairs. Remo fished a cigarette out of his pocket, offering another to Ciro as both men took a seat. "This is where I come to think." "Va bene," Ciro said as he looked up into the tree. He remembered the thousands of trees that blanketed the Alps; here on Mulberry Street, one tree with peeling gray bark and holes in its leaves was cause for celebration.”
Quote by Adriana Trigiani
Work
This novel delves into the lives of two shoemakers, one from Italy and the other from the United States, who meet and fall in love. Set in the early 20th century, the story follows their journey as they navigate the complexities of their relationship and the societal changes of the time. more
Author
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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