A friend had read this book and lent it to me. It sounded quite interesting, stories about Ireland often are. But, this story really could have taken place almost everywhere. There are people like that in every village. I grew up in a Catholic village in the sixties and seventies, and life there was almost like that. Actually, there are still people around who act similar. However, these characters didn't come across very likely and likeable.
So, an easy read for anyone who is looking for that. Since I usually don't, I didn't enjoy this book that much. Not my thing.
From the back cover:
"It's 1994 in County Donegal, Ireland, and everyone is talking about Colette Crowley - the writer, the bohemian, the woman who left her husband and sons to pursue a relationship with a married man in Dublin. But now Colette is back, and nobody knows why.
Returning to the community to try and reclaim her old life, Colette quickly learns that they are unwilling to give it back to her. The man to whom she is still married is denying her access to her children, and while the legalisation of divorce might be just around the corner, Colette finds herself caught between her old life and the freedom for which she risked everything. Desperate to see her children, she enlists the help of Izzy, a housewife and mother of two, and the women forge a friendship that will send them on a spiralling journey - one toward a path of self-discovery, and the other toward tragedy."
Sorry you didn't enjoy this one more.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lark. So am I. But my friend didn't like it that much, either. But now we can talk about it.
DeleteIt does sound intriguing when you read the summary. I might like this. I found it on my reading app so downloaded it. Only in audio though, so I have to wait for the right time to listen.
ReplyDeleteI thought it sounded intriguing, you are right, Lisa. So did my friend. But sometimes you can't judge a book by its description. Unfortunately. I hope you will like it better and am looking forward to hearing what you think.
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