WARNING: The author is not responsible for the amount of pasta consumed during the reading of this book. Although sympathetic, she bears no liability for any weight gain. On our way to Italy to find my dad, Don Enzo Spia, Lisa, Jade and I hit a bump in the road, namely in the form of one (almost dead) mobster. A dead mobster is one thing, but an almost dead mobster can only lead to disruption and pandemonium in the recovering Spia clan... moreWARNING: The author is not responsible for the amount of pasta consumed during the reading of this book. Although sympathetic, she bears no liability for any weight gain. On our way to Italy to find my dad, Don Enzo Spia, Lisa, Jade and I hit a bump in the road, namely in the form of one (almost dead) mobster. A dead mobster is one thing, but an almost dead mobster can only lead to disruption and pandemonium in the recovering Spia clan. With our Italian trip on hold, along with the news that my distant dad has some old-fashioned plans for me, and with the added surprise of a real dead body the family Spia goes into self-preservation mode . . . they plan a wedding. Having no choice but to snag the killer, Lisa, Jade and I take it upon ourselves to throw some hot oil into the already scorching hot frying pan. Needless to say, sparks fly, tempers rise, arguments ensue and what should be a happy time for the family Spia turns into a sleuthing detail that can only lead to . . . a wedding. Come join me on my quest to stay sober while I try my best to avoid murder and mayhem on the Spia Family Orchard. *No actual mobsters were harmed during the writing of this book. less
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