THE GIRL ON THE CLIFF by Lucinda Riley

THE GIRL ON THE CLIFF by Lucinda Riley, (c) 2011. Grania (Isn’t that an odd name? Maybe not in Ireland I suppose). Well 31 year old Grania has recently had a miscarriage and is running from the pain. She abandons her boyfriend Matt and their apartment in New York City and has gone home to Ireland, to the family farm. There she won’t have anything to do with Matt. I have yet to figure out why. Now she won’t talk to him even on the phone. Matt is being consoled by a female friend now. Will it become a romance as Matt nurses his own emotional pain over the loss of his child? Who knows. Meanwhile on the cliff overlooking the sea Grania meets a little girl named Aurora Lisles, the eight year old motherless child of Alexander Lisles. Of course she’s quickly becoming attached as she sees her everyday. Meanwhile she’s asked to be a nanny and housekeeper while Alexander goes out of town for a month. We’ll see what happens next.

NOTE: This book is weird age wise in the relationships. It’s not adding up very well. AURORA is narrating as if telling the story from memory, as if she is an old woman (yet she is not it turns out!). Yet the story reads as if it’s taking place in the present moment meaning 2011, the year it was published, when Aurora was 8 years old..So I’m a little put off by the ages of folks.

GRANIA is a 31 year old Irish woman living in NYC working as a sculptor.  She has a miscarriage and flees to Ireland, to her family on the old farm.

Grania’s mother KATHLEEN was a cousin of Aurora’s deceased mother LILY they grew up next door to each other and were one year apart, yet I’m to believe that a woman nearly Kathleen’s age had a child 8 years ago when she was 40 years old?  How old is Kathleen then? 49 I guess, so she had Grania when she was 18? I guess it possible…

The whole thing strikes me as odd folks! The timeline is a mess, especially with “old” Aurora narrating.

NOTE: I don’t LOVE this writer’s style, she more or less is a pampered upper class woman, who writes about the same kind of people. I don’t relate well I guess. Plus I didn’t like the ending.

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MOONLIGHT ROAD by Robyn Carr

MOONLIGHT ROAD [A Virgin River Novel] by Robyn Carr, (c) Who knows?  I swear I read this novel before, but I didn’t have it listed in my book list journal so I’m reading it again! Thia one involves the large, noisy very Irish, Riordan family and their friends. I remember Art the man with Downs Syndrome who’s looking for his old girlfriend from a group home they lived in. The main story is about Aidan Riordan an unemployed 36 year old Navy doctor and Erin, a 36 year old Estate Lawyer who raised her younger siblings, forgoing a romantic life of her own. She was all work and no play until the summer she met Aidan. You’ll probably enjoy Robyn Carr’s books, I usually do!

MARTIN SLOAN by Michael Redhill

MARTIN SLOAN by Michael Redhill, (2001). This one is a BOOK OF THE YEAR WINNER chosen by Book Sense Independent Bookstores for Independent Minds. On the cover a critic named Michael Ondaatje claims the book is “A deeply moving first novel that reveals human truths with grace and humor. It is a book of constant surprises.” The story is about one Irishman named Martin Sloan who moves to Canada as a child and becomes an artist of sorts. He meets up with a young 20-year-old college student named Jolene Iolas and they become lovers. The story of the relationship spans 2 decades so it sounds interesting to me to read the ins and outs of an eccentric artist. After all aren’t we ALL eccentric? So here’s this young college girl who continues a relationship with Martin Sloan a “Box Artist”, who makes glass boxes full of his creations. He lives in Toronto, Canada and part of the time and he lives in New York with Jolene for a few weeks at a time, but he doesn’t want her to visit him in Canada. So we’re thinking “Does he have a wife there?”. It seems the year she turned 25, Martin Sloan walked out of her house and disappeared, never to seen again. Now what? I suppose she looks for him huh?

Here’s an excerpt of that time:

“When I was twenty-five the man I loved walked out of my home late one night and vanished. No one ever saw him again. There are no other words for this.” So now I’m at that point, he just disappeared from sight. I’ll have to let you know what I think later.

NOTE: This was an odd book with an odd ending!