A Week in Winter During a Week in Summer

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A Week in Winter

“I don’t want to finish this book,” I told Mr. V one night this week.

“So don’t finish it,” he retorted.

“No, I WANT to read it. I just don’t want to finish it. It’s her last book.”

Who else can write years in mere sentences without it being awkward? Who else can paint Ireland across the 20th century and into the 21st through characters beloved in only a few chapters?

I’m just pages from the end and I’m trying to enjoy it without mourning it too much. From now on I’ll just pick already-dead authors to love, I think.

Rest in peace, Maeve.

5 thoughts on “A Week in Winter During a Week in Summer

  1. None like British, Scottish, Irish writers is there? I’ve just come across a prolific Scottish author (D. E. Stevenson) whose books I can’t get enough of either… Oh, those lyrical writers!

  2. I have just always found them to be great writers (though not my only favorites)… authors like Mary Stewart, Daphne DuMaurier, Rosamunde Pilcher… They all have a beautiful way with words… 🙂

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