Luciana Vetra es una hermosa joven, modelo a tiempo parcial y prostituta de profesión, en la Florencia de los Medici. Sandro Boticelli le pedirá que pose como la diosa Flora en el cuadro de La primavera, pero, un buen día, el artista la despacha sin pagarle por su trabajo. Ofendida, la joven roba una versión inacabada de la pintura, aunque pronto descubrirá que hay alguien dispuesto a matar por recuperarla. Luciana se dirige al único hombre que nunca ha intentado aprovecharse de su belleza, el hermano Guido della Torre, un novicio del monasterio de Santa Croce. Juntos huirán de Florencia y recorrerán las ciudades más importantes de la Italia del Renacimiento, en su intento por descifrar los secretos ocultos en el cuadro antes de que sus enemigos los descubran.

I really wanted to like this book. In fact, it was one that I was seriously looking forward to reading after I finished my assigned school summer reading. But all I can say is, what a disappointment. There were so many flaws with this novel, I don't know where to start.

I suppose the thing that initially bothered me was the language. Yes, I understand that she is a whore, but is all of that coarse language really needed? Also, the authenticity of the language really bothered me. I get that it is a work of fiction and since it took place in Italy, they would be speaking Italian and all that jazz, but there was so much anachronistic language. The word 'fuck' was repeated at least one hundred times throughout the novel. Yes, call me a geek, but I looked it up because it didn't sit correctly with me, and the word didn't even appear in the English language until the early 1500s and didn't have the connotation with which we use it and Fiorato uses it until much, much later. This novel was set in the 1480s. Also, there was so much slang. "friggin," "pits" (instead of armpits), "in a pickle," and "shut my trap." I'm about 99.9% sure that these weren't invented until much later. Maybe I'm just being overly picky, but it was difficult for me to get into the novel with all of this modern day slang.

Another thing that really bothered me was the whole plot behind the painting. I understand that The DaVinci Code wasn't anything near accurate, but it was rather believable. Just the way that they put all of this meaning into the painting really bothered me. And then, I may have been willing to go along with the entire thing, except for the plot that was revealed-- they were trying to unite Italy to be one empire. Sorry? This just seemed too historical and almost mundane for there to be an entire novel with characters embarking on a quest to save their homes from a dire end.

Again with the plot, a common Italian whore ends up to be the dogressa's daughter? And the doge and dogressa just take her in as if nothing has happened? Sorry, but even family love didn't extend that far in these times. If you slept with someone that you really loved but then didn't end up marrying them, that was considered a scandal and you couldn't be married and your family would disown you. I can't imagine a royal family taking her back, much less marrying her off to another noble, while pretending she is a virgin, even though her betrothed knows her past. And then when after all of that, the man she loves, who almost took Holy Orders, just accepts the fact that she isn't pure and even jokes about it on their wedding night? I don't think so.

Finally, the epilogue. I feel like they wouldn't wait until 9 years later to have a child. Yeah, it is pretty much impossible for whores to get pregnant and deliver a healthy child after all of their STDs and whatnot, but waiting nine years to have a kid? She would be 28, which is almost elderly in their standards. You had children before you were 20. And then the real kicker-- her tutor was Christopher Columbus! How great is that?! You can't mix history with all of this crap.

Yes, I'm being way to harsh on this novel, I know. It's just that I had such high hopes for it. The description seemed promising and I couldn't wait to read it, but it just turned out to be one of the worst books I have read in a very, very long time.

What a disappointment. ( )

When Luciana Vetra unthinkingly purloins a small work of art following a modeling session with Sandro Botticelli (yes, THAT Botticelli), she is suddenly thrust into a race for her life, not to mention that of a hapless young monk unluckily entangled in her troubles. As they both flee assassins through the streets of Florence and beyond, they realize that the canvas was not merely a painting, but a message portending an imminent political plot of momentous proportions.

A lady of the night by trade, Luciana is a brazen and rather charming heroine with questionable acquaintances and a candid, colorful vocabulary. The Botticelli Secret is at once a thriller, a mystery and a love story. ( )

2.5 stars
Second half of the book much better than the first half. ( )

I couldn't bring myself to finish this novel. The so called heroine is a prostitute who manages to elicit zero sympathy -- her words and thoughts are vulgar and crude, and her budding relationship with a novice monk completely unbelievable. ( )