Wandering around the Trastevere, I've found this secondhand bookshop with polyglot ambitions: books written in italian, english and also french. A nice place!

I've contained myself and I've taken only these two books: an happy adoption. I love Forster's books and Maurice was absent at the roll call in my bookshelf. 

The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne was an unbelievable coincidence: I discovered it not so long ago, but an italian translation has never been made so I would have to buy it necessarily on Amazon, but I've never make up my mind. Now I find it in an italian bookshop in english at a bargain: wonderful, you are mine without doubt..!