First things first, I am completely aware of the fact that I am a snob when it comes to literature. That is to say, I recognize that people loved this book--and I deeply respect that--but I found this book laughably terrible.
I am not a huge fan of contemporary romance novels at all, so I figured that a two-pronged approach to a review would be the most apt. To begin, I want to cover the structural and rhetorical components that hindered my ability to enjoy this book. Second, I just have opinions that have nothing to do with form.
As with most romance novels, the premise was wildly unrealistic in so many ways. The very first interaction between James and Ava when she assumes that he can't speak English just wouldn't happen; is it too presumptuous of me to assume that if James knew that he was driving an American who gave no sign of knowing Italian, he would at least address her in English? Even then, the "enemies-to-lovers" framework makes zero sense. It is animosity born from a perceived language barrier, a serious mountain of a molehill. It is also clear to me that the author has clearly never been to law school. If Ava was finishing the third year of her law program and then finishing coursework in the summer, there is no way that she would be a working attorney by August (unless we were supposed to imply that she was also studying for the Bar while in Urbino). I also don't really understand how TA-ing for an art history course equates credits that one would get from a seminar on law.
I also think that there were parts that were unclear or just poorly explained. For example, the post card. We aren't exactly keyed into why this postcard is really important at all other than the fact that her dead mother (yet another overdone trope) gave it to her. Plus, we are also led to believe that James has a tragic backstory, but it's never fully articulated. In fact, this book had essentially no plot motivations other than the fact that Ava was there to do a promptly (conveniently) canceled law seminar. The random sequences of Ava and James dealing with students at the club and police station (?????) had no actual bearing on the plot.
Also, one thing that actually bothers me is the fact that in one fell swoop, the author lumps Virgil and Homer together as an impetus to learn Latin. This is me being pedantic, but last time I checked, Homer was Greek. While I am certain there are Latin translations of his epics, they wouldn't be accessible to a teenage girl, surely.
As for the characters, they are lazily constructed and hardly remarkable. What do we know about Ava? She has a plan and repressed grief. James? Mommy issues and photography. I had zero reason to actually like these characters because there was nothing notable about them. They truly just felt like vehicles to a happy ending. Point blank.
Then there were just the things that I didn't like personally. First of all, any romance novel that features an adult woman using Harry Potter as a common referential point automatically loses brownie points. How am I supposed to take any of the touching scenes between the characters seriously when the FMC is clearly someone who has based much of her identity on her Hogwarts house? She also just gives "It's Wine O'Clock" vibes and I have nothing to justify that. I also personally found it really annoying that in the birthplace of Raphael, Francesco di Giorgio Martini, Donato Bramante, Filippo Bellini, and other extremely influential painters, the American foreign exchange student was the person whose artwork became a local legend. Make it make sense.
There were a few things that I actually enjoyed--I promise! I thought that the descriptions of the paintings themselves were quite good. I think that the visual aspects of photography and painting were reflected really well in Schillig's writing. I also loved Verga, but I am a sucker for Neapolitan Mastiffs.
It pains me to say this, but overall, this book very much encapsulates the person who studies abroad in Italy and comes back to the United States over-pronouncing "mozzarella" as "Mootzarell." I think if I were on the beach or on a flight I would have enjoyed this more, but this was not it for me.
I would give this book 1.5/5 stars. (rounded up to 2 because I feel bad for eviscerating such an inconsequential read.)