You won’t hear (or see) me say (or write) this very often, but in the case of Under the Tuscan Sun, by Frances Mayes, I enjoyed the movie much more than the book. [Gasp!] Could it be true? I can only think of two other instances that I could say that without laughing afterward, because books out-rule, out-inspire, and out-last more than 99.9% of all movies (in my opinion.)
With that said, there were parts of this story that I really enjoyed. I liked the poetic style of the author and the emotions conveyed, but favored them mainly because I could picture scenes from the movie.
If you haven’t seen the movie (which, by the way is spectacular,) I think you might enjoy this book better than I did. I love descriptions, but feel the book over does it. Not a bad book, but not exactly what I was expecting. I’ve been to Tuscany several times, and don’t think the book captured as much of its charm as it could have.
Publisher: Broadway Books (reprint edition)
I received a review copy from the publisher via BloggingForBooks.