At first, I read this because a friend's late father wrote it. My friend's favorite selection out of all of his dad's books was this.
Having read it, I would recommend it for its rapturous, whimsical descriptions of an American family's experience of true Roman life in The Eternal City in the 1990s. The vignettes each serve to take one seemingly mundane aspect of daily life in Rome and transform it into an enthralling history lesson, drama, hilarious comparative study on different societies and their quirks, or a beautiful crystallization of a metropolis, nation, and civilization perched at the precipice of the Digital Age, and of the European Unionizing of the continent.
The chapter about the author's early Sunday morning solo runs throughout the city could stand all on its own - it's something I would recommend to anyone who loves to run, do anything active, wonder at scenery/heritage, read great writing, or seize the day.
Through his reverence for a great city, he reveals the memoir of a great man who found his own slice of la dolce vita and shared it in communion with his dear family.
I visited Rome ever so briefly in 2002, when I was 20 years old with an attitude problem. Even back then, I was able to discern the city's undeniably redeeming and impressive qualities, but this book has retroactively increased my appreciation of those experiences and ignited an itch to return to the place, no matter how much it must have mutated since the time of writing.