In the Company of Others (Father Tim Series #2)

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Another stirring page-turner about Father Tim—this time set in County Sligo—from Jan Karon, bestselling author of the Mitford Series

Jan Karon's new Father Tim series, launched with her New York Times bestselling Home to Holly Springs, thrilled legions of Mitford devotees, and also attracted a whole new set of readers. "Lovely," said USA Today. "Rejoice!" said The Washington Post.

In this second installment ...

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Overview

Another stirring page-turner about Father Tim—this time set in County Sligo—from Jan Karon, bestselling author of the Mitford Series

Jan Karon's new Father Tim series, launched with her New York Times bestselling Home to Holly Springs, thrilled legions of Mitford devotees, and also attracted a whole new set of readers. "Lovely," said USA Today. "Rejoice!" said The Washington Post.

In this second installment in the series, Father Tim and Cynthia arrive in the west of Ireland, intent on researching his Kavanagh ancestry from the comfort of a charming fishing lodge. The charm, however, is broken entirely when Cynthia startles a burglar and sprains her already-injured ankle. Then a cherished and valuable painting is stolen from the lodge owners, and Cynthia's pain pales in comparison to the wound at the center of this bitterly estranged Irish family.

In the Company of Others is a moving testament to the desperate struggle to hide the truth at any cost and the powerful need to confess. Of all her winning novels, Jan Karon says this "dark-haired child" is her favorite.

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Editorial Reviews

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To say that this fiction has been much anticipated is to understate: It's been three years since Jan Karon's Home to Holly Springs, the first of her Father Tim novels. In The Company of Others doesn't disappoint. Father Tim and Cynthia's trip to the west of Ireland brings them into contact with a dysfunctional family pinned between guilt and concealment.

Publishers Weekly
In Karon's latest, Fr. Timothy Kavanagh, the moral center of the beloved Mitford series, hops the Atlantic for a long anticipated vacation in the Irish countryside. He and his wife settle in at Broughadoon, a B&B run by Liam and Anna Conor in County Sligo, and Father Tim is happy to be reacquainted with his ancestral homeland. He's particularly taken with Catharmore, a sprawling 19th-century estate that was Liam's childhood home. When their stay is extended because of an injury, the Kavanaghs pass the time reading up on Catharmore's history, helping out around the grounds, and getting to know the area's many colorful characters. Father Tim assumes the role of confidant and adviser to the Conors and their extended family, investigating a burglary, helping unburden Liam and Anna of long-held secrets, and aiding Liam's alcoholic mother to recover her lost faith. Karon's prose trundles along at a languid pace, but her heartfelt dialogue and rich characterizations keep the story engaging. Though it's not the ideal entry point to the expansive world of Father Tim, fans will relish this new chapter in his life. (Oct.)
Library Journal
Father Tim Kavanagh first appeared in Karon's popular Mitford series, which focused on small-town life in rural North Carolina, and later launched his own series in Home to Holly Springs. This new novel finds him grudgingly traveling with his wife in Ireland. A series of mishaps leaves the Kavanaghs at an Irish lodge for the entire vacation, allowing them time to become caught up in the lives of the owners, uncovering old secrets and finding resolutions to generational conflicts. Verdict Travel might not suit Father Tim, but the new setting breathes new life into Karon's stories. The novel is at its best when the Irish characters are on stage, especially those whose story is told through an old journal. Fans will want to continue the series; enough backstory is provided to make this accessible to new readers. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/10.]—Jan Blodgett, Davidson Coll. Lib., NC

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Kirkus Reviews

Book two of Karon's new series about an Episcopal priest, The Father Tim Novels (Home to Holly Springs, 2007), continues as Father Tim's long-awaited Ireland vacation turns into a busman's holiday.

Father Tim Kavanagh, 70, and his wife, children's author Cynthia, 64, have arrived at Broughadoon fishing lodge for a second honeymoon. A repeat visitor to the lodge, Tim re-encounters the proprietors, Anna Conor, her husband Liam and Anna's daughter Bella, now a truculent teenager. Anna's aging father William is the residenteminence grise. Until William bought it, Broughadoon was once part of the estate of Evelyn Conor, chatelaine of the adjacent manor house, Catharmore. The once lovely Evelyn, Liam's formidable mother, is now an elderly alcoholic still furious with William for welshing on his youthful promise of marriage. (Instead, she married wealthy Riley Conor.) As if to prove there's no vacation from Tim's vocation, spiritually unsettling stuff happens. An intruder leaps out of a wardrobe, startling Cynthia, who stumbles, respraining her recently healed ankle. A priceless painting disappears from Broughadoon's parlor. His Catholic hosts seek Tim out as an informal confessor. Anna is worried that William may actually be Liam's father. Liam frets about the same possibility. William still regrets abandoning Evelyn. Meanwhile over at Catharmore, Evelyn has decided to detox and give her geriatric liver a fighting chance, only to suffer injuries in a fall. Tim accompanies Evelyn to the hospital (the Catholic priest being off on his own holiday) because her older son Paddy has retreated into his own boozy haze. Father Tim sees in Bella the same type of implacability that led him to take on his troubled adopted son Dooley. Can he foster similar paternal determination in Liam? Tim and Cynthia peruse a journal, circa 1861, written by Catharmore's first owner. The long journal entries do little to advance the present story but are sometimes a welcome diversion from it.

Readers who are not devoted followers of Karon may be impatient with the glacial pace of this installment.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780594448754
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 10/19/2010
  • Pages: 399
  • Sales rank: 230,169
  • Product dimensions: 9.30 (w) x 6.22 (h) x 1.29 (d)

Meet the Author

Jan Karon

Jan Karon is the author of the bestselling series of nine Mitford novels featuring Father Timothy Kavanagh, an Episcopal priest, and the fictional village of Mitford. Set in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karon's Mitford books include At Home in Mitford; A Light in the Window; These High, Green Hills; Out to Canaan; A New Song; A Common Life: The Wedding Story; In This Mountain; Shepherd's Abiding; and Light from Heaven. The Father Tim Novels include "Home to Holly Springs" and "In the Company of Others," set in County Sligo, Ireland. There are over 40 million Mitford and Father Tim novels, childrens books, and CDs in print.

Biography

Jan Karon, born Janice Meredith Wilson in the foothills of North Carolina, was named after the title of a popular novel, Janice Meredith.

Jan wrote her first novel at the age of ten. "The manuscript was written on Blue Horse notebook paper, and was, for good reason, kept hidden from my sister. When she found it, she discovered the one curse word I had, with pounding heart, included in someone's speech. For Pete's sake, hadn't Rhett Butler used that very same word and gotten away with it? After my grandmother's exceedingly focused reproof, I've written books without cussin' ever since."

Several years ago, Karon left a successful career in advertising to move to the mountain village of Blowing Rock, North Carolina, and write books. "I stepped out on faith to follow my lifelong dream of being an author," she says. "I made real sacrifices and took big risks. But living, it seems to me, is largely about risk."

Enthusiastic booksellers across the country have introduced readers of all ages to Karon's heartwarming books. At Home in Mitford, Karon's first book in the Mitford series, was nominated for an ABBY by the American Booksellers Association in 1996 and again in 1997. Bookstore owner, Shirley Sprinkle, says, "The Mitford Books have been our all-time fiction bestsellers since we went in business twenty-five years ago. We've sold 10,000 of Jan's books and don't see any end to the Mitford phenomenon."

Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    1. Also Known As:
      Janice Meredith Wilson
    2. Hometown:
      Blowing Rock, North Carolina
    1. Date of Birth:
      November 30, 1936
    2. Place of Birth:
      Lenoir, North Carolina

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ONE

The beams of their hired car scarcely penetrated a summer twilight grown dark as pitch in the downpour.

His wife's fear of being hemmed in was only slightly greater than his own. As the road narrowed to a lane the width of a sheep track, he took Cynthia's hand and peered out to sullen hedges pressing on either side. He was peevish at being crammed into a rain-hammered Volvo with a testy driver and a box of books which for some bizarre reason they had thought they couldn't live without.

He closed his eyes, then thought it best to keep them open. He was a lousy traveler. Indeed, the aggravation of getting from Atlanta to Dublin had exceeded his worst expectations.

Following a delay of seven hours due to storms in the Atlanta area, the trip across the Pond had been an unnerving piece of business which shortened his temper and swelled his feet to ridiculous proportions. Then, onto a commuter flight to Sligo Airport at Strandhill, where—and this was the final straw, or so he hoped—they met the antiquated vehicle that would take them to the lodge on Lough Arrow. When he located an online Sligo car service a month back and figured how to dial the country code, hadn't he plainly said this trip would celebrate his wife's birthday as well as her first time in Ireland? Hadn't he specified a nice car?

In any case, they'd be getting no consolation from the driver, a small, wiry fellow so hunkered over the wheel that little more was visible than his headgear—a mashed and hapless affair of uncertain purpose, possibly a hat.

He had visited County Sligo as a bachelor ten years ago, with his attorney cousin, Walter, and Walter's wife, Katherine; they had driven to and from the fishing lodge on this same road. In any weather, it was no place to meet oncoming vehicles.

He unbuckled the seat belt and leaned forward.

'Aengus, I think we should pull off.'

'What's that?'

'I think we should pull off,' he shouted above the din of rain and wipers.

'No place to pull off.'

'Ask him how he can possibly see anything,' said Cynthia.

'How can you possibly…?'

'I see th' wall on m' left an' keep to it.'

'Doesn't appear to be any cars coming, why don't we stop and wait it out?' Torrential. Second only to the hurricane he'd driven through in Whitecap.

'I'll get round th' bend there an' see what's ahead.' Aengus muttered, shook his head. 'Bleedin' rain, an' fog t' bleedin' boot.'

'It's what keeps you green,' shouted his wife, opting for the upbeat.

'That's what they all say. M'self, I'm after goin' on holiday to Ibiza.'

He sat back and tried to stuff his right foot into the shoe he'd removed on entering the car.

'Timothy,' said his wife, 'if there's no place to pull off, what happens when people meet another vehicle?'

'Someone has to back up. I never quite understood how that gets decided. Anyway, there'll be a pull-off along here somewhere; they seem to appear at very providential places.'

'When he said he keeps to the wall, I realized those aren't hedges. There's stone under all those vines.'

He thought she looked mildly accusing, as if he'd neglected to pass along this wisdom.

'Walls!' reiterated Aengus. 'Landlord walls.'

He had promised her this trip for years, and for one reason or another, it had been often deferred, twice rescheduled, and even now there was a glitch. Last week, Walter and Katherine had been forced to postpone tomorrow's planned arrival in Sligo until four days hence. Walter's apologies were profuse; after months of red tape and head scratching, he said, the date for meeting with a big client had come out of the blue. His cousin hated the inconvenience it would cause; after all, Katherine was the only one among them with guts to drive the Irish roadways. She was a regular Stirling Moss—fearless, focused, fast. Too fast, the cousins had long agreed, but what could they do? They were both cowards, unfit for the job.

Until Walter and Katherine arrived at the lodge with wheels, he and Cynthia would be stuck like moss on a log. 'How will you manage?' Walter had asked.

'Very well, indeed,' he said. In truth, Walter and Katherine's delay was the best of news. He and Cynthia were badly in need of four uneventful days, having been thrashed by the affairs of recent months.

Soon after she fractured her ankle and lapsed, unwilling, into what she called her Long and Unlovely Confinement, he learned he had a half-brother in Mississippi. There had been a few shocks in his seventy years, most of them occurring during forty-plus years as a priest, but never anything like this.

As a kid, he'd once pulled that nearly impossible stunt of St. Paul's and prayed without ceasing—for a brother. It didn't work. Then, sixty years later, there was Henry Winchester. Henry, with acute myelogenous leukemia, needing stem cells from a close relative.

He had quartered in Memphis with Cynthia for weeks, giving over his stem cells through apheresis, standing watch at Henry's bedside and feeling in an odd and confusing way that he was fighting for his own life. His long road trip in a vintage Mustang hadn't helped, of course. Then, playing out the proverb of 'when it rains it pours,' came the sudden flare-up of his diabetes only days ago.

'There's no way we're not going,' he told his wife, whose recent sixty-fourth birthday had gone largely uncelebrated.

'There's no way we're not going,' he told his doctor, who had seen him through two diabetic comas and was as hidebound as they come. Hoppy Harper had preached him the lipids sermon followed by the exercise sermon, pulled a stern face to ram the points home, then caved. 'So, go,' he said, popping a jelly bean.

Four days. To walk the shores of Lough Arrow. To row to an island in the middle of the lake and picnic with Cynthia. To sit and stare—gaping, if need be—at nothing or everything.

It would be roughly in the spirit of their honeymoon by the lake in Maine, where their grandest amenity was a kerosene lamp. It had rained then, too. He remembered the sound of it on the tin roof of the camp, and the first sight of her in the white nightgown, her hair damp from the shower, and her eyes lit by an inner fire that was at once deeply familiar and strangely new. He hadn't really known until then why he'd never before loved profoundly.

Cynthia nudged him with her elbow. 'We're around the bend.'

He leaned forward and shouted, 'We're around the bend. You were going to stop.'

'There's nothin' so bad it couldn't be worse—another bend comin' up.'

He sank back in the seat. 'That's the way of bends. They keep coming up.'

'What am I t' call you?' shouted Aengus. 'Are ye th' father or th' rev'rend?'

'Reverend,' he said. 'I'm the Father back home, but in your country only Catholic priests are addressed as Father.'

'Here for th' fishin', you an' th' missus?'

'No fishing.'

' 't is th' fishin' capital of th' west, you should have a go at it.'

'We could reach out and touch those walls,' she said. 'It looks like we're going to rip the side mirrors off their hinges.'

He made another feckless go at shoeing his right foot. 'Always looks that way.' His earlier foray here had earned him rights to play the old head. 'Never happens.'

Aengus gave him a shout. 'I've been thinkin', Rev'rend.'

'What's that?'

'There's seven or eight them Kav'na families in Easkey.'

'Good. Wonderful.'

She foraged in her handbag, which did double duty as mobile library and snack hamper. 'Here,' she said. 'Eat this. It's been four hours.'

Raisins. He ate a handful with a kind of simple shame, recalling chocolate with macadamias.

She leaned close, her breath warm in his ear. 'Do you think he does this for a living? He isn't wearing a uniform or anything.'

'Ask him,' he said. He was sick of yelling.

She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward to the hat. 'Mr. Malone, do you do this for a living?'

'What's that?'

'Drive tourists. Is it what you do… all the time?'

' 't is the only time. 't is m' brother's oul' clunker. I mow verges for th' Council at Sligo.'

She sat back and rebuckled. 'He mows verges,' she said, looking straight ahead. 'It's the only time he's done this.'

There was no point in pursuing that line of thought. 'The sides of the road where weeds grow,' he said, in case she didn't know from verges.

Rain drummed the roof. The fan in the dash spewed air smelling of aftershave. They moved at a crawl.

'Mother of God!' shouted Aengus.

The sudden slam of brakes jolted them forward. A blinding light… on top of them. His heart pounded into his throat.

Aengus flashed the Volvo's high beams, scraped the gears in reverse, and squinted into the rearview mirror.

'Bloody lorry,' he snapped. 'We'll be backin' up.'

TWO

The walls ended; the rain slackened; parting clouds liberated scraps of pale light. The hedges now were merely tumbled stones and August bloom twined with ivy, foxglove, scarlet creeper.

Aengus Malone had learned a certain dexterity on his mower; his skill at locating and backing into the previously overlooked pull-off had been brilliant. The lorry driver had given three blasts of his horn as a thumbs-up.

'That was some scrape you bailed us out of,' he said to Aengus. 'Well done.'

'It's m' lucky hat that done it.' Aengus reached up and patted the thing. 'Me oul' mum give it to me.'

'If it weren't so dark,' said Cynthia, 'we might see a rainbow.'

'There's some as see rainbows at night, but those would be fairies.'

'You believe in fairies?'

'Ah, no, not a bit. But they're there noneth'less.'

'You've never seen one, then?'

'If it's fairies ye're after, they're said to be very numerous in Mayo.'

On a slope in a grove of ancient beeches, the dusky, formless shape of the lodge appeared, its windows luminous against a starless night.

His wife drew in her breath.

Broughadoon.

'That would be candles burnin',' said Aengus. The Volvo rattled over a cattle grate. 'Looks like th' rain's shut down your power.'

'Stop,' said Cynthia. 'Please.'

Aengus braked; the motor idled.

'It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.'

She sat for a moment, bound in one of her spells, then opened the door. A pure and solemn air spilled in; his right foot slipped into his loafer.

She got out of the car and stood looking along the slope to the fishing lodge, at fog drifting among the cloistered beeches. 'Listen,' she said.

They listened.

'Nothin' much t' hear,' said Aengus.

Rain dripped from the shadowed trees, pattered on the roof of the car; a breeze stirred.

He watched as she got back in the car and closed the door and looked at him and smiled. Then she leaned to him and kissed him. Her faint scent of wisteria mingled with the Sligo air. He had never been so happy in his life.

As they drew up to the lodge, figures appeared on the stoop, silhouetted against the light from the open front door. Three barking dogs bounded onto the gravel and squared off with the Volvo.

There was a considerable shaking of hands with innkeepers Liam and Anna Conor, as the dogs ganged a-glee about their feet—two Labradors, and a Jack Russell dancing on its hind legs.

Anna, the striking-looking woman he'd known a decade earlier, gave him a hand-wringing that jimmied his teeth. He admired all over again her tousle of copper-colored hair and, without meaning to, blurted the sentiment aloud.

They were joined by a white-haired old man wearing a tie and cardigan and brandishing a walking stick. In the gabble of greetings, he decried their weather as 'foul and infernal.'

Somewhere, thanks be to God, something was cooking. 'Lamb,' he said to his wife. He could devour a table leg.

He recognized the feeling he experienced on his wedding day nearly eight years ago—as if he'd lost the proper sense of things and stepped outside his body. He was a cannonball fired directly from the quiet desperation of a hired car into a domestic muddle of energy and good cheer.

They were herded through an entrance hall, its walls fairly crammed with fish mounted in glass cases, and into a sitting room lit by candles and an open fire. A half-finished jigsaw puzzle was spread on a table among a loose aggregation of sofas and wing chairs.

He felt at once the keen pleasure of the room: its book-lined walls and good pictures, the impression of ease.

In a corner, three men murmured over a card game by the light of a candle. A distinguished-looking fellow sat reading a newspaper by the firelight and stroking his white mustache; upon seeing them, he stood at once and buttoned his jacket.

'Heads up, gentlemen…' Anna lifted a small bell from the sofa table and pealed it. 'Reverend Timothy Kav'na and Mrs. Kav'na of North Carolina, meet our anglers—Tom Snyder of Toronto, Hugh Finnegan of Maryland, and there's Pete O'Malley. Pete's a Dub who lived many years in Texas.'

'O'Malley here.' O'Malley stood, saluted. 'Welcome.' The other two pushed back their chairs, stood, raised a hand.

'They're with us every August since 1997,' said Anna. 'They're after catching our dinner tomorrow.'

He gave the trio a thumbs-up. 'Go, Terps,' he said to Hugh Finnegan.

'And there's Seamus Doyle from up the hill at Catharmore, who visits most evenings with the Labs. Seamus is our master of assorted entertainments, chiefly checkers and jigsaw puzzles.'

Seamus of the white mustache crossed to them for another round of hand-shaking. 'How long will you be in Ireland, Reverend?'

'A couple of weeks.'

'They say a couple of weeks makes a habit.'

'We wouldn't be against it. Not a bit.'

'I spent a lot of years in the States. Always good to see someone from the oul' country, as I call it.'

He surveyed the room and those in it—a whole universe of life and pluck at the end of a narrow road in the middle of nowhere.

Somehow, the two three-suiters, the umbrella, and the glasses case he'd left on the backseat got toted in by Liam. Then came Aengus, tailed by the two Labs, schlepping the carton of books, their carry-ons, a flashlight, and the box of raisins. Off they went across a sitting room carpet worn to the lining, and along a hall, where the lot of them vanished into the gloom. A young woman with a nose ring and cheek tattoo offered hot towels; the Jack Russell sat at his feet, looking up, a chewed shoe clenched in its jaws.

It was all a dazzle. After years of talking, planning, and idle speculation, they were here. He wanted to sprawl before the open fire like a lizard and lose consciousness.

Cynthia had stepped away to look at a painting he remembered—of men in curraghs spearing basking whales in the treacherous seas off Arranmore.

'It's good to have you back,' said Anna. There was an honest country style about her garb of shirt, skirt, apron, and clogs.

'It's great to be back. The trip is my wife's birthday present.'

' 't is no surprise your wife is beautiful.'

'Yes,' he said. 'Inside and out.' He wasn't likely to get over his pride in showing her off. That they were married at all still waked an astonishment in him. 'We're both needing a few days to unwind. There's no better place to do it than here.' The most excitement he could recall from his first visit was a wandering cow in the kitchen garden.

He wiped his hands with the towel and replaced it on the tray. 'Many thanks,' he said to the server, who cast a cool glance beyond his.

'We're so sorry about the power being out, but it happens often with the big rains.' Anna turned and spoke to Cynthia. 'I hope you don't greatly mind candle power, Mrs. Kav'na.'

Cynthia came to them and slid her arm in his. 'Not in the least. I love candle power.'

'Such dreadful weather, it's been raining for three weeks. I do apologize.'

'Please call me Cynthia, and you needn't apologize for anything at all. I love rain.'

The old man stumped up with his cane. 'A villainous rain!' he declared in a loud voice.

'Meet my father, William Donavan, he's our keeper of the fire at Broughadoon. The Kav'nas are from the States, Da. North Carolina.'

'Rev'rend, missus, good evenin' to you. We're destroyed by th' rain entirely.' William removed a handkerchief from his vest pocket and gave his nose a fierce blowing.

He reckoned William a handsome man, even with a once-broken nose that had been badly set. The rope of an old scar crossed his left temple.

'Now, now, Da, not entirely. But no one goes hungry,' she assured them, 'our Aga is fired by oil and there's a lovely rack of lamb roasting for your dinner.'

'I'm desperate with th' hunger,' said the old man.

'Our own lamb,' she said. 'We hope you'll approve. The dining room in thirty minutes, then, straight down the hall and to the right. Flashlights and chamber sticks on the book table.'

'Chamber stick,' said Cynthia, not knowing the term.

Anna laughed. 'Something to stick a candle in and light the way to your bedchamber. Oh, and when you're ready to retire, we'll bring buckets of hot water so you can have a wash.'

A good-looking woman brimful of energy, just as he remembered. Ten years ago, she appeared to run the place virtually single-handed. He didn't remember meeting William before, or Liam.

'And what may I get you in the meanwhile?' asked Anna. 'Whiskey? Glass of wine? Cup of tea?'

'A cup of tea,' said his wife. 'I'll just find the powder room first.'

'Ditto,' he said.

'Straight across there, next to the sheep painting. And behind the sofa there's the honesty bar and a box for outgoing mail.'

Aengus arrived at his elbow. Something looked very different about their driver, though he couldn't say what. A brown fellow, wrinkled as a dried apple.

'Bang-up, Aengus. Thank you.'

'Ah, well, we didn' get drownded, so.'

Owing to the criminal diminution of the dollar, this would be no mean gratuity; he dug into his pocket and pressed more than a few euros into Aengus's hand. He was in turn handed a business card troubled by age and a series of phone numbers crossed through in pencil.

'You'll have no vehicle a'tall 'til th' cousins come. Best give us a shout if there's need.'

'What if you're mowing?'

'We'll send a cousin of our own, we've thirty-odd, m' brother an' me.'

'Thank you, Mr. Malone,' said Cynthia. 'Be safe out there. Not too much backin' up, if you please.'

Aengus grinned, a sudden and remarkable sight, and hurried out.

'You first.' She nudged him toward the sheep painting.

'Ladies first.'

'What's that smell?'

'Turf. They're burning turf. Takes some getting used to.' He remembered how much he'd learned to like the pungent odor.

Liam bounded up. 'Everything is in your room, Reverend. I hope you'll be happy with us. Welcome again to Broughadoon.'

'Thank you, we're thrilled to be here.'

A lean, handsome Irish face, he thought, with intense blue eyes and hair graying at the temples. 'I don't believe we met when I visited a few years ago.'

'I was helping rebuild the west wing of the oul' place, and keepin' my head down. There's still work going on, I hope it won't disturb you. Anyway, you'll see more of me this trip, I'll be givin' a hand with dinner and cookin' your breakfast!'

'The full Irish breakfast I so fondly remember?'

'And skip the blood pudding, Anna says.'

'Correct. My wife, however, is eager for the blood pudding!'

Liam laughed. 'Is she Irish?'

'Her maternal double-great-grandmother was from Connemara, but we know nothing about her except she was very cheerful-looking and played the fife.'

'I expect you met the lorry coming in.'

'I'll say.'

'Sorry about that. It was my wine wholesaler, he was held up by the storm and finally had to run for it. By the way, the delay of your cousin and his wife opened up the room they requested. Always the silver lining.'

'Always,' he agreed. 'The books. I don't recall seeing so many books last time, or paintings.'

'My father's library passed to me years ago; we finally got the shelves built last spring.'

'Beautiful millwork on the shelves.'

'Thanks.'

'You did it?'

'My da was a builder, I grew up with a hammer an' saw. I wanted his books to have a good show. A few good pictures also passed to me, including a Barret you'll see in the dining room—it's a beauty in afternoon light. Anyway, books and pictures for me, and the house up the hill for my older brother, Paddy, thanks to God.'

'Thanks to God!' Sitting nearby with Seamus, William thumped his cane on the floor.

'Refresh my memory. What's the meaning of the name Broughadoon?'

'From the Irish, both an dún—hut of the fort.'

'This being the hut, and the fort being…?'

'Catharmore—on th' hill above.'

'So. It's a pleasure to see an open fire.'

'Ireland's gone modern, I'm afraid, though Anna and I try to keep some of the oul' ways. Speakin' of oul' ways, sorry about the power, 't is usually back on in no time.'

Through the open window, he glimpsed the taillights of the Volvo disappearing along the road. And there, on the antlers of a mounted deer head, hung Aengus's hat, as shapeless off as it had been on.

'Aengus Malone forgot his hat,' he told Liam. He felt oddly remorseful.

'So he did. We'll leave it just there 'til he comes again.'

They had no plans for Aengus to come again, as they'd be traveling with Stirling Moss in the future. 'A pity he left it,' he said, 'his old mum gave it to him.'

'Aengus Malone forgot his hat,' William announced to Seamus. 'Leave it just there 'til he comes again.'

Seamus was filling his pipe. 'Aye,' he said, looking up and smiling. 'Will do.'

On going in to dinner, he spied a large, well-thumbed book lying open on a table by the dining room door. Names lined the pages.

'Want to sign the guest book?' he asked Cynthia.

'I'll do it tomorrow; I'm famished.'

He couldn't resist. Squinting in the dusky light of the candle sconces, he picked up the pen and made the inscription.

Timothy A. Kavanagh, Mitford, North Carolina.

There. His Irish name in an Irish book, on the heels of an Irish rainstorm. It was official.

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  • Posted December 4, 2010

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    The wonderful story - great read!

    This is my first B&N review and I just couldn't let the negative reviews get posted without my input. Jan Karon is a pure delight. I loved the Mitford series but I think the Father Tim series are a real treasure. I think the Home to Holly Springs was her best book but I so enjoyed this novel set in Ireland. Father Tim's advice to Anna about dealing with problem children was so true and simple I underlined it to read again and be able to share with friends. A cast of many when you factor in the journal sub story and a fresh setting but in the company of old friends - Tim and Cynthia. I loved the dialect and thought she captured it very well. A mark of a great writer; I want so badly to go to Broughadoon. Could not put it down and can't wait for the next book. A wonderful writer and a warm and admirable lady.

    13 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2010

    Big Disappointment

    How this can be Jan Karon's favorite book is surprising. I have thoroughly enjoyed all of the Mitford books and the first of the Father Tim series; however this book misses the mark. It is slow moving and the Irish brogue makes it a struggle to read at times. I am about half way through the book as I write, and I have serious doubts whether I will make it to the end. In the next book I hope Karon brings Father Tim and Cynthia back home where we can enjoy their adventures with the characters we have come to know and appreciate.

    12 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    I Love Father Tim!

    I don't think my words can do this book justice. All I can say is take the time to read it. I'd also like to suggest another book, "When God Stopped Keeping Score," an intimate look at the power of forgiveness and yet, it's about so much more. I loved every minute of it. Given the chance, it too will change your life.

    11 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2010

    low recommendation compared to others in the long time Fr. Tim series

    I have read and LOVED all the other books with the same characters. Found this book a hugh disappointment. I have visited Ireland and never once ran into the diffence in language. Found it so hard to read, and soon lost the story content.

    6 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2011

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    I highly recommend it

    I have to tell you up front Jan Karon is my favorite author. I've read all her books and loved all but one. That said, I'll try to give as honest a review as possible. In the Company of Others is the second book in the Father Tim series, the first being Home to Holly Springs. These two books vary from Karon's nine books in the Mitford Books series only in location and supporting characters. Father Tim is the main character in both series, but the Father Tim books are set outside of Mitford. This book takes place in the town of Sligo, Ireland where Father Tim takes his wife Cynthia to show her where he had visited ten years earlier with his cousin Walter and Walter's wife Katherine, before Tim and Cynthia were married. Throughout the book, there are references and communication with family and friends back home and Mitford fans will feel comfortable with that. What struck me throughout was how easily Father Tim slipped into the hearts of the Sligo people. Just as he did in Mitford, he spotted problems and found ways to solve them. Cynthia's foot is injured and she is unable to get around easily, leaving Father Tim to help the family members of the bed and breakfast where they are staying as well as others. Of course, Cynthia assists in handing out love and care from the bed and breakfast. The author uses a book-within-a-book approach here that I found quite effective. Father Tim and Cynthia find a handwritten journal written by a doctor who had lived in 1860's and read them since Cynthia is limited in what she could do. What amazed me was the research that must have gone into writing the 1860's story to make it historical correct. This book will hold your interest from beginning to end, and when it does end, you'll want to know when the next book in the series will be ready. I highly recommend it.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 28, 2012

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    Ireland by armchair

    I started reading this book from the library and realized early it was going to be one of those treasured stories I would read again so I bought my own hardcover copy, something I rarely do! I have been to Ireland so I enjoyed and identified with the atmosphere and the proclaimed beauty of the land as Jan Karon wrote so well and lovingly about. The descriptions of the inn and innkeepers were entirely realistic and salty, down to some domestic problems that Father Tim was expertly able to resolve after years of unresolved heartache in the family they boarded with. Since Tim and Cynthia were marooned at the inn anyway, this was a great way to flesh out a story and add some depth to characters who would normally be marginal in a travelog. There were also other inn guests that added both comic and striking portraits of passing travelers. I also liked the flashes back in time as Tim and Cynthia read an 1860's journal that led them to solve a mysterious theft from the inn while they were there. The weaving of history, culture and atmosphere with some inspirational thoughts was a masterpiece by an author who has surpassed all her previous books with this newest work.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 1, 2010

    Very disappointed!

    I love Fr. Tim, Cynthia, Dooley and all of the Mitford folks. This book was a disappointment and boring.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 8, 2010

    Ms Karon's favorite? Not mine!

    Jan Karon states this is her favorite of all the books she has written. I can't imagine why. I was bogged down in all the irish brough, and if that wasn't enough, we had the story within the story. It was all too much. But I have loved all of her other books so I forgive the branching out for a different storyline.

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 30, 2010

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    Boring

    I almost fell asleep while reading this out loud. If I had read this book first, I would never have read any others. Boring does not describe this book low enough. Do not bother.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2010

    In the Company of Others

    I was disappointed in this book. I have all the Mitford Series books, the first of the Father Tim books. I just could not get into this book. Too many "stories" I had a hard time keeping up. Also, I am not a fan of drinking and it seemed that there was just too much of that for me. I am hoping that the next book will clear up things....

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 12, 2010

    Overpriced

    Won't pay this price. Sorry publishers. Another author off my list.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 26, 2010

    So excited

    I love Jan Karon and Father Tim. I am so excitedto know that there is a second series. I can't wait to get started reading the newest one.

    2 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2012

    Another INCREDIBLE Book from Jan Karon!!!

    She really triumphed with this one!! I have never felt when reading a novel like I'm really part of their family except with Ms. Karon's Books AND I feel I'm right there...on the trip...in the car...in the home... wherever they are at the moment...I'm Wowed Every Time!!
    Only Wish she would write Faster!!
    Your Fan from South Carolina!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 24, 2013

    In the Company of Others Normally I try to avoid books in series

    In the Company of Others
    Normally I try to avoid books in series. No offense to the author who grew up in the same county as myself in NC (Caldwell),  because I know that there is a lot of loyalty to the Father Tim series; also, I do realize that all books require some hard work! And my late mother, who read every Father Time book until she lost her sight, then listened to the rest, would disagree vehemently about series. Normally to me, the formula goes: Use of the same people + often use the same locales + vary the details a bit =  zzzz. SO predictable, and if a book is predictable, it's a waste of the reader's time, just as with a movie or television show (as are many of the criminal justice shows. I can tell you, five minutes into most shows, "whodunit" and why, which is why I rarely watch more than one episode of each show, but I do try to give them a chance). And in fact, I had read one of Karon's Mitford books and could barely get through it, for boredom because it just wasn't my "cup 'o tea." HOWEVER, I enjoyed this book immensely; in fact, I liked it even more than I expected! I'm so glad that the author left Mitford and ventured across "the Pond." I enjoyed vicarously traveling to Europe via literature, and Karon did a super job of portraying the people, culture and landscapes of Ireland. I almost didn't order this book, and now i'm so thankful I did. I believe I should have had to pay more than $2.99 for it; it was certainly worth more than many books that have cost 5-10 times that! The characters are well-drawn, the story has history, romance and supsense, but not in a cheap or tawdry way.   I'm just thankful to have discovered this treasure, which I highly recommend! If Karon ever writes a sequel to this particular book with the same locale, I may have to break my rule and read another book in a series. Perhaps this book isn't popular among the diehard fans of the Mitford books, but for the rest of us who aren't so invested in the usual characters, I believe this is a winner. And I'm highly honored to read that I'm good company - that it's the author's own favorite of her books!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013

    Love

    Funny

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013

    Love it!

    Th is is an easy refreshing read, with some religious messages gently given. I read book 1, followed by this book and loved both. There is also a series by Jan Karon (9 books) that tell about Father Tim's life while he was working that I highly recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2012

    Couldn't get into it

    I have loved all of Karon's books up until this one. I had trouble keeping interested in the storyline. Maybe I just missed all of the Mitford characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2012

    WOW!

    Just when you think Jan cannot get anymore creative....she does it again! The story of Father Tim and his wife gets completely tangled up as they are on vacation and find a hand-written diary they are reading that tells in detail, the life of the former home owners of the Irish Inn in which they are staying. Character and story development are superb as the plot unravels and thickens at the same time. I felt like I was in an adjoining room, watching and listening, as the drama unfolded. I loved it!

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  • Posted November 2, 2012

    highly recommend

    Wonderful calming fun read

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  • Posted August 25, 2012

    a gift

    I purchased this as a gift and I'm sure my friend will enjoy it.

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