This was my fifth Catherine Maiorisi book, and it was by far my least favorite. One of my complaints about the Chiara Corelli series was that too little time was devoted to the relationship. This book had me longing for a murder to snap the story out of its repetitive relationship malaise.
Callie was not a likable or sympathetic main character despite what she was going through. Her total self-absorption combined with her utter lack of self-awareness made it impossible for me to like her.
Dealing with the loss of a loved one, for any reason, is very painful. Losing one to a terminal illness can bring about depression and cause one to question whatever faith they may have as well as the fairness of life. Does it induce chronic panic attacks and, effectively, agoraphobia lasting over a year? Perhaps, if one has the wealth to wallow in their feelings for over a year, while millions of others who have experienced the same thing have to get on with their lives after a few days or weeks.
When that loved one, Abby in this case, is so wonderfully caring and passionate (and also a horrible elitist snob who loves birds but doesn't like wandering outside but apparently does so with passion so it's okay) that they give you a letter urging you to live and love again (even if the phrasing of the letter seems cribbed from Sullivan Ballou's famous Civil War letter) but you still turn every instance into an opportunity to let out angsty wails in your mind--where you literally vomit because someone thought you and another woman were a couple--where you think wearing a bright color means you are betraying your dead lover--you become a tiresome bore.
Maiorisi once again uses a favorite trope of hers, the traumatic emotional pile-on. While it was apparent Dana had some problems to work out, Maiorisi felt the need to saddle her with traumatic event after event from: her mother dying giving birth, her father and brothers resenting her enough to pawn her off on a neighbor as a toddler, her brother telling her at the funeral that her dad hated her, shipping her off to live with an older brother who left her to fend for herself, and in between that, having her aggressively misread another girl's signals and try to kiss her, then being beaten severely, pressured into not naming names, then ostracized by everyone at her school, friends and freaks included--and conveniently repressing that whole last bit. This repression feels more like Maiorisi coming up with most or all of it on the spot and laying it on Dana to batter sympathy out of the reader.
The "Abby coming back as a bird" bit was wildly overdone as well. A couple of scenes with an overly friendly bird, fine. Several scenes with improbably friendly birds, finishing off with a bird drinking Callie's coffee (which could have killed it) then sitting on Dana's shoulder, because apparently there was no other way Callie could move on without her dead wife's approval, is just laughably bad.
Smaller details:
The tour group repeatedly acting as a cheering section for Callie and Dana. Please.
Overdoing the food scenes. Do I need to know Callie selected a piece of cheese, a cornetto, and a--no I don't. A place serves "seafood AND fish". Are fish not seafood in this universe?
Every location is called a UNESCO Heritage Site. It doesn't matter if they actually are. Nobody cares. Old Italian place. Got it.
Everyone in the tour group becoming happier and better people and perhaps lovers because of their exposure to Callie and Dana? I wish I could insert a "sick" emoji here.
The tour group members being restricted to two carry-on bags for a 31-day bus trip, including evening wear, while constantly buying trinkets and clothes along the way? Newt Scamander wants his suitcase back.
Callie brings the dress she wore to Abby's funeral on the trip? Nothing deranged about that.
Callie and Dana's best friends also become lovers? Fine. Whatever.
25 chapters of build-up to a generic erotic love scene that includes more pile-on: Dana had never had an O before, to the extent that she had to guess she just had one. Oh lord.
An extended wrap-up epilogue ending in a wedding that has too much detail. It felt like that part in a wedding where a drunken uncle takes the mic and goes on and on about the couple, himself, and random stuff until someone gently ushers him away. The epilogue goes on more maddeningly than my review of the book.