Apart from my very own first book (which incidentally you can still purchase here) , I have to say Will Fotheringham's portayal of Fausto Coppi is the best book I have read this year.
Without going all arty on you, it is a proper insight into Italian life at the end of the war and the struggle of the country to get back on its feet.
Coppi was part of that generation of riders who unified the industrial north with the more agricultural south and his palmares is a couple of riders off being beyond comparison.
But the main part of the book that hit home was his personal struggle with a mistress and his vain attempts to get out of his marriage.
You forget how different the world was just half a century ago and whilst we have all probably used the term "Gold-digger" in one way or another, the context it is used in during "Fallen Angel" is serious and malicious.
His death remains 'unanswered' you could say, and the tragedy of the whole tale is that no-one truly emerged a winner. Not even a man with pink, yellow and rainbow jersey's.
I heartily recommend you read this book...