Mariana

This is a novella/short story about a selfish, obsessive woman who does not know herself. It also has several continuity errors (it's spring, frangipani blossoms everywhere, then it's Christmas break the next day; she's writing this from the future “I'm happily married now”, then she's writing it from her art school bed in real time.). Its only saving grace is the always-enchanting narrating by Mamie Gummer—the only reason I finished it.

Also, a frangipani is an American tree, and she's in Italy. That stuff really bugs me, especially when the tree is harped upon.

A very typical Andre Aciman piece of work. You can quite literally hear him typing each word out. It felt like a rambling of a heartbroken art student in the best way possible. The performance made this a good one to listen to. Riding that free audible book wave until I get my new credits.