Really enjoyed this book! I had never read anything by Roisin Meaney before, and when Borders was going out of business, I picked up dozens of books by authors I'd never read because now was the time to check them out. Glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed the characters. Felt sorry for the main c...
Un romanzo carino e leggero, lettura non impegnativa. Onestamente, ne ho letti di migliori su questo genere. Non mi è dispiaciuto, ma non mi ha di certo entusiasmato.La storia, che inizialmente pensavo avesse come protagonista Hannah Robinson, non ha invece un fulcro vero e proprio, ma racconta l...
Twenty to seven, Monday, beginning of last week of June.I’ve really done it now – I’m in the biggest trouble of my life. And you know what the worst bit is? It wasn’t even fun.Here’s what happened. I was walking out of Boots this afternoon when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and th...
The sign over the door says ‘The Kitchen’. She’s been wandering around all day; the perfect destination hasn’t shown up the way it was supposed to, and now it’s really too dark to go on looking. She’ll have to put off the search until tomorrow. She’s lost count of the vill...
‘You really shouldn’t have.’ ‘Well, I did, so let’s have no more of that.’ Greg peered at her over his glasses. ‘Have you decided? Because I have.’ Yvonne scanned the list of dishes. ‘Sorry – too busy admiring my present. What are you getting? I bet it’s the crab claws and the stir-fry.’ He laugh...
Ruth had recently got back from Crete; the table in front of them was scattered with photos. Laura picked one up. ‘God – what I wouldn’t give to be on that beach right now, instead of here in the rain.’ Ruth smiled. ‘I know – imagine waking up to that view. Every morning, ...
the birthday boy said, bringing out the main course. “I thought the chicken wings were all we were getting,” Hannah said. “I stuffed my face.” “I couldn’t help noticing that,” Adam answered. “But knowing you as I do, I’m fairly confident that you’ll...
Her legs are drawn up, arms wrapped tightly around them, head resting on her knees. Daphne is coming, she tells herself. Daphne is coming. It’s nearly over. Her feet ache. When she breathes in, her chest hurts. Every bit of her is heavy with weariness but she dreads sleep for fear of what it migh...
Which is it?” She held her hair on the top of her head and twirled in front of the dressing room mirror in one of the two dresses she’d selected from the bargain rail. “Hair up or down?” Letting it tumble over her shoulders, then gathering it back together again. “Up, I think.” Her friend leaned ...