This book is about a boy named Luciano, who tells us the story of how he got off the streets of Venice in the 1400's. He becomes an apprentice to a chef who is a member of a secret group of men who want to preserve knowledge in the form of books. The food references in this book are overly done and grew tiresome. The author was trying to use a lot of food metaphor in the book, but it got boring, and as a reader, you don't really get that until the end. The author also took great liberties with facts in the book, but that's okay with me. I don't feel like there was any mystery to this novel either other than you just kept wondering how he was going to still be alive. I kept wanting to like this book, but I just don't think I do.
I enjoyed this book. I thought it was very interesting how we read about how one person's choice can influence their life and the lives of people around them. We all have our secrets and after reading this book, it makes me want to tell mine just so I won't have to live with that burden anymore. Of course, my secrets aren't as bad as the one that David carried, but I still wouldn't want to lie to someone for the rest of my life. I also liked how the book ended with me, the reader, determining how the future would play out in these characters lives.