I could say that it was the greatest book ever written, but that would only be because I read it on my rooftop pool of the Hotel San Paolo overlooking Palermo and the Lemon and Orange trees, and of course, The Mediterranean. But really it was no match for the GF, it lacks proper character development and the grittiness of his earlier works. It was entertaining, and my personal surroundings couldn't have been more apropos.


Like the heart of a lion (Corleone) the warrior dies alone.