In the true spirit of the book, I was compelled to put everything aside and to immerse myself into a vividly crafted world of art, adventure, and self-discovery that is "Looking for Clara." The story follows Clara, a young, introspective attorney who has overcommitted herself to her career and in the process lost touch with her artistic vision and passion. As Clara is faced with the opportunity to detach herself from the constraints of a Big Law career, it becomes clear how multi-faceted, unconventional, and fascinating the heroine truly is.
With the guidance of a wise and endearing elderly man, Mario, Clara begins to discover her own identity, the rich cultural heritage of Italy, and the intersection between the two. A very beautiful and unlikely friendship develops between Mario and Clara, unveiling a world of music, photography, art, and Italian delicacies. Through Simona Grossi’s masterful descriptions and vibrant imagery I felt as if I was in the best imaginable daydream. I could even taste the pizza! And when I thought I had finally figured out the rhythm of events, the story pivoted and threw me into an emotional rollercoaster that could only be constructed through relatable and engaging characters.
"Looking for Clara" is both enchanting and inspiring to anyone, who like the heroine, has ever been stuck in the monotonous sequence of daily life. Embracing the expression, “stop and smell the roses,” "Looking for Clara" suggests stopping for chocolate cake, jazz music, and life’s simple joys. However, the book is more than a lighthearted succession of happy discoveries. It is filled with contrasts that capture the realities of life: youth and old age, the simplicity of friendship and the complexity of romantic feelings, vibrant music and reflective silences. In this perfect balance of highs and lows, the brilliant Simona Grossi, finds a way to capture and maintain a reader’s interest from page 1 to 251 (did I mention I couldn't put the book down?). The result is that I did not feel as if I was sitting on my couch and reading a book. No, I was sitting in a flower laden coffeeshop in Italy and listening to an old friend narrate Clara’s life story. A story, which was as sweet and memorable as the raspberry gelato I was sharing with my friend.