Flirting in Italian

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Four girls. One magical, and possibly dangerous Italian summer. Family mysteries, ancient castles, long hot nights of dancing under the stars . . . and, of course, plenty of gorgeous Italian boys!

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Four girls. One magical, and possibly dangerous Italian summer. Family mysteries, ancient castles, long hot nights of dancing under the stars . . . and, of course, plenty of gorgeous Italian boys!

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Publishers Weekly
British teenager Violet looks nothing like the rest of her family, so when she discovers a painting of a girl who shares her dark, Mediterranean features and who could be her twin, Violet can’t help wondering if she’s adopted. Rather than ask her mother, the 17-year-old engineers a trip to Tuscany for herself for a summer of finishing school that includes a visit to the Castello di Vesperi, the setting for the painting. As soon as Violet lands in Italy, however, the painting is forgotten in favor of girl drama, a bevy of cute Italian boys, jealous Italian girls, etiquette lessons, and reveling in the magical villa and lush countryside. While Henderson (Kiss Me Kill Me) offers a perky heroine in Violet and plenty of tantalizing romance, readers may be jarred when the dropped thread suddenly picks up again in the second half of the novel, and someone may be out to hurt Violet. Light summer fun with much left unresolved for a planned sequel. Ages 12–up. Agent: Deborah Schneider, Gelfman Schneider. (June)
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"Violet morphs into a funny, caustic observer, comparing and contrasting teen cultures and mores—American, British, Italian."—Kirkus Reviews
 
"Cute Italian boys, jealous Italian girls . . . and plenty of tantalizing romance."—Publishers Weekly
 
"Flirting stays true to its title: Henderson delivers lots of crushing and a bit of mystery with a dash of Italian 101."—School Library Journal
 
"If you're lucky enough to study abroad this summer . . . enjoy! But if you're like us, you'll have to live vicariously through hilarious and loveable Brit Violet."—Justine Magazine
Children's Literature - Claudia Mills
English teenager Violet is drawn to a summer-study program at a villa in Italy for two reasons: to escape her emotionally needy mother and to unravel a haunting mystery: why does she bear an uncanny resemblance to the girl depicted in the painting "Portrait of a Young Lady," shown seated in a castle in Tuscany, by an unknown painter of the mid-eighteenth century? There's a third reason, too: to meet gorgeous Italian boys with their tight jeans and purring Vespas. Henderson knows how to write scenes of girl-girl cattiness and boy-girl flirtiness that will ring true to her intended audience of girl readers interested in savoring the lazy pleasures of poolside sunbathing followed by the details of exactly what to wear to dance all night at parties in the hills overlooking Florence. Occasionally, Henderson throws in a scene where someone—who can it be?—seems to be trying to kill Violet. Given that a sequel, Kissing in Italian, is planned (though plenty of kissing occurs in this first book), almost every plot issue is left unresolved: Violet's relationship with her mother, Violet's relationship with sexy, brooding Luca, and Violet's search for the secrets of her past. Readers will need to wait for the next volume to move forward to closure on all of these, but will likely to be eager to do so, and to experience more frenzied dancing, steamy kissing, and late-night Vespa rides along the way. Reviewer: Claudia Mills, Ph.D.
Kirkus Reviews
Child of Nordic/Scottish parents, Violet--short, dark, curvy--feels like one of a kind until she discovers her uncanny resemblance to the Italian girl depicted in a 1790 portrait. Tracing the painting's provenance to Castello di Vesperi in Tuscany, Violet wheedles her mother into sending her to Villa Barbiano, whose formidable owner, Catia, offers summer instruction in the Italian language, art and art history. Joining Violet are working-class Kelly, another Brit, and two rich American girls: blonde Paige and African-American Kendra. Cultures clash, but strife recedes as the girls unite against the unspeakable Elisa, Catia's daughter, in pursuit of hot Italian boys, beginning with Elisa's brother, Leonardo. Violet sets her sights on handsome Luca, whose family owns Castello di Vesperi. The plot finally thickens halfway through, when Violet's resemblance to Luca's family is discovered and their burgeoning romance interrupted by attempts on her life. Slapdash execution, an undisciplined, rambling style and often-senseless plot (why doesn't plucky Violet simply ask her doting mother if she's adopted?) mark this series opener from the author of the Scarlet Wakefield mysteries. Fortunately, Violet's character eventually develops: Abandoning her generically breathless persona, Violet morphs into a funny, caustic observer, comparing and contrasting teen cultures and mores--American, British, Italian. For readers willing to abandon plot logic and go with the flow, there are compensations. (Mystery romance. 12 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—After seeing an 18th-century painting of an Italian aristocrat who could pass for her twin, Violet Routledge convinces her mother to send her to a study course in Tuscany. She has to find out if there's any connection between her and the girl in the painting, and in the meantime, she can get to know some of those famously handsome Italian boys. Violet stays in a villa with three other students and the family of Elisa, the woman who runs the program. It's a beautiful home but her experience is tarnished a bit by the nastiness of Elisa's daughter. Violet is feeling a little uncertain of her decision to spend time abroad until she encounters dark, mysterious, and downright hot Luca. He just so happens to be the heir to a nearby castle that just so happens to be the castle featured in the painting that Violet is dying to know more about. Flirting stays true to its title: Henderson delivers lots of crushing and a bit of mystery with a dash of Italian 101. Although the romance is appropriate for teens, the book has more of an adult chick-lit feel. The story stops without resolution and although a follow-up is planned, the abrupt ending breeds a bit more disappointment than anticipation. Readers who enjoyed Stephanie Perkins's Anna and the French Kiss (Dutton, 2010) will be interested in Henderson's tale of European romance.—Emily Chornomaz, Camden County Library System, NJ
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385741354
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 6/12/2012
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 1,050,896
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

LAUREN HENDERSON is the author of Flirting in Italian and Kissing in Italian, the Scarlett Wakefield series, several acclaimed "tart noir" mystery novels for adults, as well as the witty romance handbook Jane Austen's Guide to Dating. Lauren was born and raised in London, where she lives with her husband.

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Flirting in Italian


By Lauren Henderson

Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2012 Lauren Henderson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385741354

My Daughter’s Leaving Me

“Signore e signori, please fasten your seat belts and return your seatbacks and tray tables to the upright position,” says the airline steward over the PA. “We will be landing in Pisa in fifteen minutes. Signore e signori, siete pregati di allacciare le cinture di sicurezza . . .”

I peer through the window beside me. Bright blue-green sea below, such a vivid aquamarine that unless you saw it with your own eyes you wouldn’t believe it could actually exist in nature. Little white flecks dance across the azure blue, waves tossed up by the wake of the occasional boat. And then the deep aquamarine fades to a lighter blue as the water becomes more shallow; the coast comes into view. It’s my first glimpse of Italy, and it takes my breath away. It’s the start of July, full summer, and the sea and land are bathed in dazzling golden sunshine. I can see a marina along the coastline, tiny dots that must be fishing boats and yachts moored in an inlet. The seashore is the color of pale terra-cotta, but beyond it, beyond the miniature red roofs of the buildings that cluster around it, there’s rich green marshland. I know (from the in-flight magazine, not a more impressive source) that the Leaning Tower of Pisa stands in the Field of Miracles, and I squint, trying as hard as I can to make out a white pillar on a bed of green grass, but no luck.

Italy! My anticipation is intensifying so powerfully that I’m breathless. My mum says that when I was a little girl, I would get so excited at the prospect of a treat that I would barely be able to breathe; I’d rock back and forth, hyperventilating, making little gasping noises, eyes like saucers, mouth open. I twist away from the window, focusing on the gray marled fabric of the seatback in front of me, trying to calm the frantic pounding of my heart.

Italy. It’s really happening. My adventure--maybe my real life--is about to begin.

And at that thought, my heart sinks. I’m feeling suddenly, horribly, guilty.

Because I left my mum behind. For two whole months. We’ve never been apart for that long, and I don’t know how she’s going to manage.

Even worse, I’m secretly, shamefully, glad. Glad to be leaving my mum, to be free for maybe the first time ever in my life. To be alone, without her always there, able to work out who I am in the space her absence will give me. Though I’m sitting in a cramped airline seat, arms tucked into my sides so I don’t accidentally whack my neighbor, I feel as if I have more space to breathe than ever before.

Maybe that’s how it always works; maybe you never realize how squashed in you’ve been until the restrictions vanish, and you can finally stretch out your arms. I feel as if I could whirl around again and again.

I should be in pieces about leaving Mum. I must be a really bad daughter.

I fumble for my phone, then remember I can’t turn it on midair. So I slip my laptop out of my bag for a brief moment and open it up; I’ve saved the photo of the portrait on it as well, just in case I lose my phone.

I click to open the picture, and get the same shock I always do as it comes up onscreen. I stare at myself, at hair decorated with pearls, at a green taffeta dress, my eyes looking back at me, and I know that I’ve done the right thing in leaving my mother behind to come on this quest to find out where I come from. And why on earth this girl from eighteenth-century Italy is my mirror image.

Because as I snap my laptop shut, I know that anyone who saw a resemblance like this would move heaven and earth to find out the reason behind it.



Ever since I saw the portrait in Sir John Soane’s Museum, I plotted and schemed and strategized so successfully that I surprised myself with the sheer extent of my capacity for covert action. The first thing I did was drop the name of the Castello di Vesperi into conversation with my mum.

Faux-casually, of course. I’ve just done my final A‑level exams--English, French, and art history--and the plan is for me to study art history at Cambridge University, if they let me in. In the autumn, I’ll sit the Cambridge entrance exam and go for interviews at the college I’ve applied for, which means my studying isn’t over, even though the A‑levels are. I’m still supposed to be reading art books, going to galleries and exhibitions, building up my knowledge as much as possible. So it’s very easy to tell my mother, over dinner, that I’m going to an exhibition at the Wallace Collection tomorrow with my friend Lily-Rose--paintings from the Castello di Vesperi in Chianti. Her eyes don’t even flicker; she forks up another piece of grilled chicken, smiles at me, and says that sounds lovely. No recognition of the name at all.

I test it out again, at the end of dinner, as I’m stacking the dishwasher; I mention the name of the fictitious exhibition again, and how much I’m looking forward to it.

“Goodness, you are keen!” Mum says. “You’ve been out at museums all this week!” She yawns. “Time to collapse on the sofa, don’t you think? What film shall we watch tonight?”

So that’s totally conclusive. No recognition of the name di Vesperi at all. Mum is the worst liar in the world, which is probably why her brief attempt at an acting career failed completely: she’s incapable of pretending to feel anything she doesn’t. It’s probably why she was such a good model, though. She’s as transparent as a pool of water; every new emotion is instantly registered on her face. We have some of her most famous photos hung in the flat, and I love them all, because they capture Mum’s expressions so perfectly--wistful, happy, thoughtful, loving. She told me once that photographers she worked with learned how to trigger her emotions: they’d yell “Think of cute puppies, Daisy!” if they wanted her to smile, or “Your boyfriend said he needs to take a break!” if they were after romantic melancholy.

And the most famous photo of all, the Vogue cover where she’s holding an orchid in her hand, staring at it with a misty, tender gaze in her big blue eyes, her blond hair falling down her back: in that one, she said, the photographer told her to look at the flower and think of what she loved most in the world.

“And of course,” she’d said, hugging me, “I thought of you, my lovely little baby girl. Because you’re everything in the world to me.”

I love my mother more than anything. I really do. But she isn’t everything in the world to me. And sometimes, wonderful though it is that she loves me so much, it can be a bit--I feel so guilty even thinking the word--it can be just a little bit . . . suffocating.

Mum wants to be my best friend, my confidante, my older sister, almost. Thank goodness, she’s not one of those weird mothers, like my friend Milly’s, who acts like she thinks she’s our age: Milly’s mum likes to come along on our shopping trips to Topshop and H&M, buy miniskirts even shorter and tighter than ours, listen to the same music we do, flirt with boys we know, insist that we call her by her first name. She made a huge scene when Milly wouldn’t accept her friend request on Facebook. Mum’s not like that, even though she could get away with tight minis much better than Milly’s mother. Mum looks really good for her age; she works out, takes tons of vitamins, eats very lightly. The night I got home from Sir John Soane’s Museum, she made boiled new potatoes to go with the poached sole, but she only ate one, and I finished the rest. I think Mum diets too much, but she says it’s from being a model, and that’s why she’d never want me to do it as a career.

Fat chance. Literally. I’d need to grow six inches and lose twenty pounds, for a start. Mum loves me so much that she doesn’t see anything ridiculous about mentioning me and modeling in the same sentence. And if there’s a secret she’s hiding about why I’m not tall and willowy and blond like her, she’s unaware of any connection that might exist between my looks and the di Vesperi family. That’s very clear.

I simply don’t have the nerve to ask her directly about the resemblance. Because it would be suggesting that she might not actually be my mother--or that my father might not actually be my father. It would upset her more than anything--even more, I honestly think, than her divorce from Dad. I simply couldn’t deal with the fallout. I’m not brave enough to broach that sort of question to a mother who’s done nothing but love me to pieces since the day I was born.

So I proceed inexorably to Step Two. I’ve already Googled the castello and the di Vesperi family. There isn’t much information on them at all; I was really disappointed at first. Almost all of the entries are about the estate and the different kinds of wine and oil they produce; the closest I got to a mention of the family was a comment that the Principe di Vesperi, the prince whose family’s owned the castle and estate for centuries, isn’t in residence most of the time, and the di Vesperis have hired someone called an oenologist, which means a person who supervises growing the grapes and the actual making of the wine. There’s nothing on the family history. Nothing that would help me find out the name of a girl who might have been seventeen or eighteen around 1750, who hung out in a turret room in the castello in the company of a big ginger cat.

But then, far down the third page of entries, I strike gold.

“Mum?” I say in a would-be casual tone a few days later, when I’ve had enough time to work out my strategy, have answers planned for every question she might ask or objection she might raise. “You know my art history teacher said I should really use my summer to broaden my range of knowledge for the Cambridge entrance exam?”

Oops. I cringe. I rehearsed that much too much. I sound about as casual as a high--speed train doing 140 miles per hour.

Mum is arranging flowers in the huge, three-foot-high glass vase that sits next to the living room fireplace. I’ve picked this moment because arranging flowers makes her happier than any other activity I can think of; she hums to herself as she does it, a soft pretty little thread of sound.

She turns around, a spray of cherry blossom in her hand, an abstract, dreamy expression on her face.

“What was that, darling?” she asks.

I get a second chance.

I repeat what I said before, but add a lot more “ums” and pauses, so I sound a lot more relaxed. She nods, half her attention still on the vase and the cherry blossom branches that are already inside it, framed by tall fronds of green leaves.

“That’s why you’ve been going to so many galleries,” she says vaguely.

I sigh.

“The thing is, I don’t think it’s enough,” I say, frowning in concern. Unlike Mum, I’m very capable of dissembling when I need to. “I think I should be doing more.”

Mum’s beautiful big blue eyes fill with concern.

“Darling!” she exclaims, putting down the blossom and turning fully to me. “What kind of thing? I know how important this is to you!”

I do love my mother very, very much.

I take a deep breath.

“Well, I’m getting a bit worried about not having a classics background,” I say, propping my bottom on the arm of the sofa closest to me. “I’ve been doing some research on what the art history faculty wants, and a lot of the previous students have done Latin or Greek or both.”

“They did have Latin at St. Tabby’s, didn’t they?” my mother says, biting her lip. “But you did German O‑level instead.”

“That was a mistake,” I say gloomily. “I was terrible at German. I was lucky to get a C. All their sentences are backward. I mean, who talks like that?”

“Oh, never mind,” Mum says consolingly. “You know I told you that all the German people I’ve met spoke perfect English anyway. Like the Norwegians,” she adds, smiling.

Mum’s been living in London for twenty-five years; by now she has only the faintest trace of her Norwegian accent. And her English really is perfect.

“Your French is very good,” she continues.

“Hopefully,” I say, crossing my fingers. “I won’t get the A‑level results till August. But that’s sort of what was on my mind.” I tilt my head to one side. “I was thinking maybe I should try to learn another language.”

“Latin or Greek?” Mum says incredulously. “What, in a couple of months?”

“No!” I grin at the mere idea. “I was thinking Italian--”

“Oh!” She brightens, her eyes sparkling, “That sounds like a really good--”

“In Italy,” I say, and watch her expression like a hawk. She looks, to my surprise, genuinely excited.

“Oh, that’s lovely!” she exclaims. “I’ve been wondering what to do for a proper summer holiday! I know we’re going to stay with Mormor in September--she’s rented the cottage on Sognefjord again for us and your aunt Lissie--but you and I should get away too, shouldn’t we?”

Mormor is my grandmother--it’s a funny word that actually means “mother of your mother.” Mum’s dad was my farmor, and my dad’s mum would be Morfar, etc. I love going to the cottage in Norway; it’s painted red with bright white trim and a slanting roof, like something from a fairy tale, and it has a deck from which you can dive into the lake, with its clean clear water and views to the mountains beyond. It’s always just me and Mum, Mormor and Aunt Lissie--Farmor died three years ago, and though Aunt Lissie has lots and lots of boyfriends, Mormor wants the fortnight in Sognefjord to be just us. The women in the family. (Mum, unlike her sister, never has boyfriends. I used to like that it was just the two of us, after Dad left, but now I’m beginning to feel it’s about time for things to change.)

“We could travel all around Italy!” Mum’s saying, waving her arms in great excitement. “Venice--Florence--Rome--Naples! Do a big trip!”

“The Grand Tour,” I mumble, thinking of Sir John Soane.

Continues...

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  • Posted June 16, 2012

    An intriguing start, but an ending that left me disappointed.

    An intriguing start, but an ending that left me disappointed.

    My Rating: 3 out of 5 stars.

    Disclaimers: I received an e-galley of this novel for review from the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for my honest review.

    My Overall Thoughts/Impressions: In one sentence: A great start to the novel, but one that left me slightly disappointed.

    I fell in love with this novel the second I read the title and looked at the cover. Despite the fact that you can't judge a book by it's cover, I often do and usually that doesn't lead me astray.

    If you know me, you know I love Italy--and all things Italy--so I went into this novel with high expectations. This novel started out incredibly, but the ending left me disappointed.

    Because I feel like the summary doesn't adequately express what this book is about, I'm going to write a quick summary. The novel starts with Violet staring at a painting from a few hundred years ago featuring a female who looks exactly like her. This leaves her mystified and she sets off to Italy to see if she can figure out her connection to the unnamed woman in the painting.

    While there, she attends a type of finishing boarding school ran by an Italian woman named Catia. Her mom isn't thrilled with the idea, but grudgingly decides to let her go. She is joined by a fellow Brit, Kendra, and two American girls, Paige and Kendra. Violet thinks it's going to be the Brits against the Americans until they meet Elisa, Catia's snotty daughter, and the Brits and Americans form a tentative friendship. But who will end up on top? And more importantly who will walk away with the best crush of the summer?

    I loved the premise of the novel. The writing was great and the plot line sucked me in. But just when I felt like the novel was building to something amazing...the story ended. Yes, there's going to be a sequel and I'm sure much will be resolved in that novel. But I wanted more to this novel. I spend so much time (270 pages) getting to this incredible moment and then the story ended without any resolution.

    Don't get me wrong, the novel was great hence the three stars. I enjoyed every minute of this book, but I would have liked more resolution. I feel like none of the questions I came into the novel with were answered and I left with more answers. Sometimes this is a good thing, but in this case, I don't think it was.

    Also, while the characters were well-crafted, I had a little bit of a hard time connecting with them. However, they were interesting and I enjoyed reading about them.

    However, I'd like to mention that this book was a cute, fun read that I enjoyed. I'll probably read the sequel and I bet I'll enjoy it.

    In Summary: An intriguing novel that I loved reading. The writing was solid, the characters were intriguing.

    Warnings/Side-notes: This book had some definite sexual references and undertones. This book also said the f word multiple times. It was used sparingly, but there were maybe 8-10 occurrences of this word. Maybe a little bit more, I didn't actually count.

    The Wrap-up: A novel that looked really promising and for the most part was really enjoyable. However, I was dissatisfied with the ending. I felt like there should have been more resolution. I did enjoy this novel though and definitely am curious to see what happens in the sequel.

    Love,
    Danica Page,

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2012

    Flirting in Italian is a real cute and fun read. It wasn't exact

    Flirting in Italian is a real cute and fun read. It wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but I did and enjoy it and it was a quick read.

    Despite the fun and chick-lit looking cover, this book is about a mystery. For the most part. I knew it was a mystery from the beginning, it took a while to actually start. Besides a short intro in the beginning, we weren't really introduced to the mystery until over a hundred pages through. And, even though it's a mystery, it is very chick-lit-y.

    Violet. She could be very melodramatic at times. And naive. But, overall, I liked her. She seemed to have been sheltered her whole life and is now thrown into a foreign country by herself. She really has to grow up.

    The setting. THE top place that I want to visit in the world. Unfortunately, I didn't fall in love with it in this book. While I should feel like I was there, I did not. This part really disappointed me because this is what I was most looking forward to when wanting to read this book.

    As the cover suggests, this book does contain some romance. I was not a huge fan of Luca. He could be kind of a jerk sometimes. For the most part, he was okay. I just didn't fall in love with him like I should have.

    Despite everything, I did enjoy this book. I just had higher expectations. Had I taken it at face value, I would have enjoyed it more.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2014

    this book was soo good. I definitely recommend you to buy it. :)

    this book was soo good.
    I definitely recommend you to buy it. :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2013

    Loved the book! if you've read the scarlet wakefield stories you

    Loved the book!
    if you've read the scarlet wakefield stories you know that the author sometimes ends the book without giving you full closure. Everyone keeps talking about how the beginning was great and the ending left much to be desired, but honestly I had a hard time getting into this book. But once you're in you're hooked! It isn't as thrilling as Henderson's last series, but still very entertaining. I just wanted a bit more romance instead of just making out with the hot boy whenever u run into him. hopefully that's change in the next book! Botttom Line- Can't wait for  Kissing in Italian to come out this year, though no one seems to know exactly when. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2013

    I loved this book. Considering im a quarter italian i fell in lo

    I loved this book. Considering im a quarter italian i fell in love with this book and cant wait to read the sequel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2013

    ?

    Everyone is saying this bookbstarts off good but ends badly. Do i read it i not i hate beingvdissapointed:/

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  • Posted February 4, 2013

    great

    great

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  • Posted January 30, 2013

    loved it to death

    loved it to death

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013

    JERSY SHORE!!!!!!!!!!

    aren't cute italian boys called meatballs or are they called gueatous????

    JS FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2012

    Excellent captivating read

    I really enjoyed this novel. Really good plot. Fresh idea and it really kept mmy attention. It was a very enjoyable story and im really looking forward to the next one.

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  • Posted June 12, 2012

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    Cute Summer Read with a Twist

    If you want to learn some Italian while reading a cute book, this is a great choice. The story follows one girl out of the four that have gone to Italy for the summer. Violet is there with an ulterior motive. She’s seeking out information about a painting of a girl that looks just like her. She wants to know if it could be an ancestor of hers.

    Violet looks Italian, but her mother and father are the farthest from it, still she can’t bring herself to ask if she they are her biological family. I find the fact that she is crazy close to her mom, but unable to ask this a little hard to digest. Granted, her mom seems fragile, but it’s something that she should know and feel the right to ask about.

    The other girls are completely different from Violet and from one another, not just in looks but in the way they were raised. The two American girls knew each other before this trip, but weren’t really friends, so there is still some difference between them. Quickly they bond over their mutual stance against the daughter of the woman they are in Italy to stay with. The girls all have their different reasons for being there and none of them seem to be able to resist the Italian boys.

    It’s definitely a great summer read, with a little more in depth of a storyline and a twist. I didn’t realize that this wasn’t a stand alone book and I was surprised when I was on the last page and that was it. I am desperately in want of the next book already; I need to know how everything turns out!

    ARC reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.

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  • Posted June 12, 2012

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    I adore the cover for Flirting In Italian. The pink, blue, and p

    I adore the cover for Flirting In Italian. The pink, blue, and purple make it look FUN and such a summary read! and if that didn't grab you, maybe the title would? flirting in ITALIAN? I started reading this book hoping to get to experience a summer in italy! full of fun, hot boys, and an unforgettable summer. However, the book isn't that, there is a mystery and an ending that leaves you with your mouth wide open and thoughts of &quot;WHAT the hell did I just read?&quot; going in your mind. But have no fear, since this is the first book in a series! So while this book did not answer the big question, let's hope the second book does!

    In all honesty, the synopses was very misleading. I thought the book would be told from four POVs (4 girls), and while having a bit of mystery, it wouldn't really center around it. However the whole reason the protagonist went to Italy is because she saw herself (or a doppelg&auml;nger) in a painting by an Italian artist at a museum. Hence the flight to Italy. I just want to point out that Violet did not have any family issues; she wasn't a neglected child, or a troublemaker. She was a normal teenager that actually felt guilty for her mother for pursuing this and thinking she isn't her real mother.

    However the book does give you the hot italian boys, along with snarky, condescending italian girls. The romance in the book, while it did not dominate, was cute. However the ending just made me rethink the WHOLE romance and thank god I am not in their situation! All in all, Flirting in Italian, was a fun and cute contemporary, and fits to be a great summer read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2011

    Yay excited

    Im super excited ive read her kiss me, kill me series it was amazing and i have high hopes for this one yay =)

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