One Italian Summer

I see a lotta reviews that are like how is it possible that a thirty year old married woman is this attached to her husband or that say something like Katy's love for her mother is so selfish and weird—which I think isn't as anomalous as one might think. I don't know, I found the floundering between cheating and not cheating more disheartening than anything else in the novel, and I think daughters can love their mothers to the point of codependency, and it can be a selfish and short-sighted kind of love. Katy isn't likable, sure, but this isn't a romance novel. I think it's more of a meditation on grief, and even if it felt clumsy at points, I think it was written well enough that I could empathize with that raw and terrible feeling of losing a parent you love. To each their own :P