Antonella Abbate

I love Scotland and I suffered Edinburgh's illness, reading your Prelude is how to relive those mysterious and magical places, the manor from the large windows surrounded by the moors, the loch Lomond and loch Ness, and experience the feeling of To retrace, as in a dream, through a fog of fog, a space that combines supernatural and natural, sleepy, taciturn and romantic like the soul of William Druce.


Your book involved me and gagged to the last page, every time I wanted to read a page once more and devoured it in a few days. I found a book "dark" but not "obscure" because the constant and fundamental presence of the moon framed a story that conceals so much romance. You have spoken of love in all its facets, the passionate and eternal love, the boundless end of a father for a son, and finally the loyal and pure love of a faithful friend. The cover can make you think of a very raw story, actually it's a very deep book: I'm really impressed! Congratulations from the depths of my heart!

Giorgio Sammartino

Among the many topics that enrich Interlude, present in a massive or slightly but significant way (as in the case of widespread violence on minors and the theme of the refusal of the other, or racism, if you want), I was struck by the theme of 'Eternal dialectic between Eros and Thanatos, which brought to my mind a reading key closer to that of Dante or Shaekespearian, which I prefer compared to the later Freudian suggestions. But, beyond preferences for a theme or another, with more or less personal preferences, a book that reads all of a breath that passionates you and entices you, surprises you, because there is nothing Off. A book that can only be loved, because in it love cries with all its strength. Thanks, Lea, for this your gift!