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336 pages, Paperback
First published September 13, 2016
We knew from the beginning that we were on borrowed time, but for those four months I was the real me. He let me fly.
It wasn’t love or lust, but something we both recognized as a possibility of something.
Avery Bardot steps off the plane in Rome, looking for a fresh start. She’s left behind a soon-to-be ex-husband in Boston and plans to spend the summer with her best friend Daisy—away from home and licking her wounds…and perhaps a gelato or two. But when Daisy, an American expat now living in Rome, throws her a welcome party on her first night, Avery’s thrown for a loop. She falls, quite literally, at the feet of a man she never thought she’d see again: Italian architect Marcello Bianchi.
Marcello is a man from her past—the man, the one who got away. And now her past is colliding with her present, a present where she should be mourning the loss of her marriage and the life she once had and—hey, that fettuccine is delicious.
And so is Marcello…
Avery slips easily into the good life that is summertime in Rome. She spends her days exploring a city that would make art historians swoon, and her nights swooning over a whirlwind what was old is new again romance. It’s heady, it’s fevered, it’s wanton, and it’s crazy. But could it really be her life? Or is it just a temporary reprieve before returning to the land of twinset cardigans and crustless sandwiches?
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Tell me what happened nine years ago, when you left to go back home and forget all about Barcelona. And me."
I thought about second chances. I guess looking in it'd seem that the second chance here was clearly a second chance with Marcello. But maybe it was getting a second chance at life, with myself, for myself, doing something that I loved."




It wasn’t love or lust, but something we both recognized as a possibility of something. It was so pure, so uninhibited … We just threw ourselves into it. These moments that were little pockets of perfection. It was like nothing else mattered. Just us.”

Marcello looked every bit like my greatest love and my biggest regret.



Marcello looked every bit like my greatest love and my biggest regret.
The more I thought about what was in Boston, or what wasn’t in Boston, the less thrilled I was to return.

Hundreds of people milled about, sporting their favorite colors. All rooting for their districts— like The Hunger Games except without the murder. Six teams, or districts, would compete in the trials and the winner got bragging rights.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt treasured.


...I was focused on a pair of wide, equally shocked Italian eyes peering over the table. Eyes that I'd recognize anywhere, and they were staring down at me. Forty percent stunned, 10 percent curious and a whole lotta angry.
The way he held my face in his hands when he pushed into me. The way he swept kisses along my spine, smoothing the skin with barely there brushes. The way I caught him staring at me as I came apart under his tongue, as though if he blinked I might've disappeared. And the way he said my name when he came apart, his lips swollen from my frantic kisses, chanting like Avery was the only word he knew.
"That's my tesoro", he said tenderly, leaning up to kiss me again
"Christ, Daisy, keep up! I slept with your friend Marcello in Barcelona when I was in college!"
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"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"And you never told me?"
"Yes!"
"No!"
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We knew from the beginning that we were on borrowed time, but for those four months I was the real me. He let me fly.
I thought about second chances.













ROMAN CRAZY was such a beautiful & funny & adorable & colorful love-song about the city of Rome. About second chances at life and love. Run to your nearest amazon to find out if and how Avery will get her Forever-Happily-Ever-After!!!


I sighed -a lot - while reading this book. Sure it's a light, fluffy, end-of-summer-read; it, however, had several poignant moments that every female can relate to. Roman Crazy is a story about the circular relationship between the past and the present and on how, if we're lucky, we get a second chance at finding who we were meant to be/be with.
This was also a love letter to the city of Rome, which played a serendipitous part in bringing Avery and Marcello back together.
Lastly, it drives home the point that even when/if we feel our lives falling apart, it may just be the universe's way of propelling us to our destiny. There were no dramas, no ulcer-inducing angst, just a nice, wholesome, beautifully written book with equally nice characters.