How can you not love a book with a chapter titled "The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr. Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett, and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive Out in Carriages to See a
View; Italians Drive Them." In this 1908 novel, a young British woman is transformed by Italy. Lovely and witty and romantic. Sigh. Made into a perfectly marvelous Merchant-Ivory movie, which I completely credit with introducing me to opera.
