A WINTER IN NEW YORK

A woman uncovers family secrets—and finds love—at a gelato shop in Little Italy.

In 1985 New York City, up-and-coming musician Vivien falls in love with Santo Belotti over two whirlwind days, but she has to leave him behind to embark on a tour with her band. In parting, Santo gives Vivien his family’s secret gelato recipe, which has kept their shop thriving for decades, and she vows to one day return with it. In the present day, Vivien’s 34-year-old daughter, Iris, has just moved to New York with little more than her late mother’s pink melamine bowls and the secret recipe for the gelato they ate from them. Iris, a former chef, takes up a job at a dingy noodle restaurant on Chrystie Street, making fast friends with its owner, Bobby Han. She’s content to keep her life small, sticking close to her tiny apartment over the restaurant. But when Bobby takes her to Little Italy, Iris stumbles upon a door she’s only seen in one of her mother’s photographs—of Santo, the only man she ever loved. The door belongs to Belotti’s gelateria, famous for its vanilla gelato—the same gelato Vivien’s mother made for her. When Iris enters the shop, she meets Santo’s 39-year-old nephew, Gio, and learns that Santo had a stroke and can’t remember the recipe. Now Iris is the only one who can help the Belotti family. Can she do it without revealing Santo’s secret? Or will her past—and her growing feelings for Gio—get in the way? The Belotti family is full of vibrant characters who are easy to love and fun to read. But the novel drags due to several superfluous plots that do little to advance the main narrative.

Like a scoop of gelato on a hot day, this one is sweet but messy.