I just finished reading this on my Kindle. I’ve always liked the Carluccio cafes and shops. I’ve had some really good times at one of his London cafes, including a wonderful Valentine’s Day meal with Mark in February 2004 and most Christmasses I buy at least one of his pannetones.

I didn’t realise that he had led such a varied and at times tumultuous life. I’m very glad that he has ‘come out’ about his depression and all its manifestations, including self harm. The book highlights what a passionate and caring and yet fragile man he is. A very good read indeed.

(46th in 2012)