A job in Napoli. A Brazilian. Two irresistible Italians. One delicious dilemma. ⟶
(Day 25 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) There’s a place in Napoli called the Ospedale delle Bambole. The dolls hospital. I’d wanted to go there from the very first time I lived in the city, and for years I simply couldn’t. I’d walk past, and it would be closed….
(Day 24 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) I want to tell you something that might be a relief if you’ve ever abandoned a first draft out of shame: Loveandpizza.it wasn’t born as the book you’ll be able to read soon. Oh, no… Not even close! The First Version Was…
(Day 23 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) You’d think the hardest part of writing a love story would be the love. The kissing, the yearning, the will-they-won’t-they. Getting two people across a room and into each other’s orbit without it reading like an instruction manual. And yes, that’s hard….
(Day 22 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) I didn’t set out to understand my own life when I started writing Loveandpizza.it. I set out to write a love story set in Napoli. A story that would avenge my little sister and empower her after her heartbreak. That’s all. But…
(Day 21 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) I found my old university dissertation this week. It was hiding in a folder I hadn’t opened in years, and I sat down to have a nostalgic little flick through, fully expecting to cringe. Dear Reader (channelling my inner Lady Whistledown), I…
(Day 20 of 30 – story crumbs from the world of Loveandpizza.it 🍕) Wherever you stand in Napoli, sooner or later you look up (or ahead) – and there it is: Vesuvio. (Vesuvius, if you’re being formal about it. Nobody in Napoli is.) Vast, silent, impossibly beautiful, and technically capable of ending the whole party…