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P 289 cont. and Zofia found herself back in a cold, semi-dark basement, sitting in a hard wooden chair.

P 289: The song faded away, but she clutched at the feeling.... She wanted to stay in those memories forever, those everyday moments that she had taken for granted. They had been boring then, her thoughts fixed on faults rather than love. It had all been so simple. So perfect. It had been beautiful. She let the music carry her away on the wings of her recollections.... All too soon, the music came to an abrupt end

P 289: All too soon, the music came to an abrupt end and Zofia found herself back in a cold, semi-dark basement, sitting in a hard wooden chair.

P 289: The song faded away, but she clutched at the feeling. . .
She wanted to stay in those memories forever, those everyday moments that she had taken for granted. They had been boring then, her thoughts fixed on fault rather than love. It had all been so simple. So perfect. It had been beautiful. She let the music carry her away on the wings of her recollections.

The author herself admits this story is ludicrous. I agree that it is, in a good way. Signor Speranza, self-appointed mayor of Prometto, takes it upon himself to try to save his tiny town of 212 residents from imminent doom when the water authority threatens to close down the town if they can't come up with the funds to repair the failing ancient pipes. He devises a scheme, without the knowledge or permission, touris

It took me a minute to get on board with the writer's style. This book was one long run-on sentence with the occasional comma thrown in. Although I love punctuation and grammar, I found that the style really worked for this particular story. It kept the reader engaged in chapter after chapter. The author used beautiful, poetic words to describe the most horrific events. I just don't know how to describe the story.

MHC packs a lot of suspense in 154 pages.