My protagonist Irma speaks of Pescasseroli, the biggest city she knows, just visible from her own village. Her mother has never been to its far edge. Pescasseroli is bigger now than it was in the 1880s, still small, but you’ll find there the very best “Brutti ma buoni” (“ugly but good”) meringue cookies.
Pamela Schoenewaldt, historical novels of immigration and the search for self in new worlds: WHEN WE WERE STRANGERS, SWIMMING IN THE MOON, and UNDER THE SAME BLUE SKY (all HarperCollins).
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