A farewell to childhood book.
My daughter and I spent a beautiful summer month in Italy. She was 13 years-old--and the only redhead in Sperlonga, a beach town south of Rome. It was an affectionate time for us, since she was still a child yet a bit of a teenager and didn't mind me holding her in my arms in the sea like a baby while I, the mother, quietly and symbolically baptized her into the next phase of her life.
THE SPERLONGA STORY is an interactive book. The colorful collaged and hand-printed pages are meant to be shuffled and arranged on a table to read the story.