The author captures beautifully the Sicilian mythology our forebears sing to us. The first chapter, Field of Stone, is one of the most lyrical pieces on Sicilia: "Back when we all were the great-grandchildren of Adam and Eve, Sicilia was a young, ripe fig. Her fields burst with wheat, rice, olives, sugar, every kind of fruit. It's said that the most delicious sausages hung from her trees." Need I say more?