Here’s the part that makes you nod and go, “Yeah, I’ve felt that.” The novel is really about trusting someone after your heart has been through a blender. Sarah’s ex-husband was a weasel who couldn’t even fix a leaky faucet. Luca, despite his violent resume, is the guy who remembers she hates onions and kills a guy for disrespecting her—but, you know, in a sweet way.
It’s like that friend who swears they’re done with love, then meets a reformed party boy who now bakes sourdough. Luca is the ultimate reformed bad boy, except his “bad past” is literal organized crime. Yet, the author makes you root for their messy, improbable romance. You find yourself whispering, “Kiss him already, but also, maybe don’t ignore those car bombs in the driveway.”
The Humor of High-Stakes Domestic Life
The best parts of the book are the mundane details. Sarah worries about picking the right pasta brand while Luca discusses which rival clan to “renegotiate” with. It’s like your partner stressing over a leaky roof while you’re planning a vacation—except the roof is a mafia war and the vacation is a safe house in Sicily.
I Divorced My Abusive Husband, Now The Mafia Godfather Wants Me 👑
I laughed out loud when Sarah had to host a dinner party for Luca’s “family” and the only menu options were “humble lasagna” or “intimidate the guests with a live goat.” And her inner monologue? Pure gold. She thinks, “My life is a Hallmark movie directed by Quentin Tarantino.” Don’t we all feel that way sometimes, just with fewer explosions?
