I picked up Bella Fortuna because it let me travel to Venice, which was the first stop on my honeymoon. Fond memories of the watery city were the reason I kept reading this story that followed a classic formula: girl meets boy, girl loses boy, girl meets better boy. Valentina’s love life was the main plot here but it felt a little juvenile. She was in love with Michael even though I didn’t feel that the story really supported it, which I guess made it easy for me to believe that she would be able to fall in love to quickly with a random Italian. Another love story popped up regarding Valentina’s mother, which again, lacked enough substance to give it the impact it deserved. For some reason this writing in this novel was clunky and the story was too jumbled to make this a favorite. As a result, this will be my last book by this author.