May the Road Rise Up to Meet You

May the Road Rise Up to Meet You

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by Peter Troy

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Set against the dramatic backdrop of the Civil War, May the Road Rise Up to Meet You is a story of four unforgettable characters who, together, illuminate the quintessential American experience.
Ethan McOwen survived the worst of the Irish Famine and made the treacherous crossing to America, but his endurance is tested by the rough

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Set against the dramatic backdrop of the Civil War, May the Road Rise Up to Meet You is a story of four unforgettable characters who, together, illuminate the quintessential American experience.
Ethan McOwen survived the worst of the Irish Famine and made the treacherous crossing to America, but his endurance is tested by the rough neighborhoods of New York until he discovers a passion for photography; Marcella Arroyo arrives from Spain a high-spirited society girl but defies her father to become a devoted abolitionist; and slaves Mary and Micah plot a clandestine escape on a cold Christmas Eve in the hopes of finding a better future. When war brings them all together, it will dramatically change the course of their individual lives.

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“Beautifully told, Troy has given us a story that will be with me for many years to come.” —Robert Hicks, author of The Widow of the South 
“A wonderful family saga of poignant history, thrilling action, and romance.”   —Edward Rutherfurd, author of The Rebels of Ireland 
“Finding ambition in a first novel is not a rare thing, but to find it fulfilled as thoroughly as it is in May the Road Rise Up to Meet You is indeed something special.” —The Free Lance-Star
“To read this book is an enriching, unforgettable experience. It is told in utterly true and authentic voices that reach the soul and linger in the heart.” —Leila Meacham, author of Roses

May the Road Rise up to Meet You is a rich look at the boiling melting pot that was Civil War-era New York.” —Newark Star-Ledger
“A classic tale that feels equally Irish and American.” —BookPage
May the Road Rise Up to Meet You is a generous and sweeping Civil War saga about Southern slaves and newly arrived immigrants linked by a shared desire for abolition and freedom. Ranging from the clawing hunger of the Irish Famine to the abusive captivity of South Carolina, from rough-and-tumble Five Points to the genteel streets of Richmond, Virginia, this affecting and moving tale links disparate lives of impressive integrity, suffering and triumph, and yields a deeply personal portrait of the immigrants who fought the war and the people they fought it for. A hopeful, magnanimous depiction of America at its most vulnerable.”  —Robin Oliveira, author of My Name is Mary Sutter, winner of the Shaara Prize for Excellence in Civil War Fiction
“The depth of Troy’s characters offers compelling insights into the Civil War era.” —Publishers Weekly
“Troy has written a heartfelt and moving saga of America's most fateful hour.” —California Literary Review

Publishers Weekly
In Troy’s debut, the worlds of an Irish immigrant, a New York society girl, and two slaves collide via the fight against slavery and the Civil War. This historical saga begins during Ireland’s Great Famine and brings readers through to post–Civil War America. In 1847, Ethan McOwen arrives in New York City to pursue a new life with his family. By the time the Civil War begins, the McOwen family has established a comfortable life, with Ethan having become a respected photographer. Ethan and his friends join the famous Irish Brigade, and he begins documenting the war through his photographs. Later, at an exhibition of his work, Ethan meets Marcella Arroyo, a beautiful, sophisticated woman who’s chosen to shun her family’s wealth and dedicate herself to abolition. Meanwhile, in Richmond, Va., slaves Mary and Micah lead two very different lives. While Micah suffers constant abuse and sleeps on a pile of hay, Mary’s owners consider themselves kind, providing her with “privileges” such as a bedroom. They soon fall in love, and unusual circumstances eventually bring all four characters together. Except for the predictable Marcella, the depth of Troy’s characters offers compelling insights into the Civil War era. (Feb.)
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The Hunger--the Irish famine--forces Ethan McOwen across the Atlantic, where his life eventually gets caught up in the American Civil War. Even before the harshness of The Hunger the McOwens experience tragedy, most notably for Ethan the loss of his beloved sister, Aislinn. They had both been bookish and imaginative children, and Ethan's later drive to learn earned him the nickname "The Professor." The McOwens--Ethan, Da, Mam and Aunt Em--reassemble in Red Hook, N.Y., to start their new lives. Meanwhile, Troy introduces slave families that experience a reality parallel to the McOwens'. Micah is sold from a plantation in South Carolina to a new owner in Charlottesville, Va., and Mary, an educated house slave, works for the Kittredge family in Richmond. Eventually Micah courts Mary, and they develop a plan to escape on Christmas Eve. Only Micah makes it to freedom, however, after an arduous journey across the Blue Ridge and then the Potomac River. During the Civil War Ethan becomes a talented photographer, in fact an assistant to Matthew Brady, and takes well-received pictures of the Irish Brigade, but he's also wounded at Antietam and eventually marries a nurse, Marcella Arroyo. With the war still raging, Ethan and Marcella make a separate peace by moving to Cooperstown, where the narratives intersect as Micah, a talented carpenter, becomes their handyman as well as Ethan's friend. Troy ends his narrative with the conclusion of the war as Micah and Mary finally find their way to each other. While Troy's narrative starts in Ireland, he tells a quintessentially American story of adversity and triumph.

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1. The Hunger

Ethan McOwen
County Fermanagh, Ireland
April 25, 1847

Th’ Lahrd is my shepherd I shall not want
. . . His Da had loved Father Laughton for the way he got through the Sunday Mass like a Protestant wit’ an overflowin’ bladder. That was always the kind of thing Da would have to say about the Father, even when his Mam’d go on about something the Father said in one of his three-­minute sermons in the weekday Mass, Da would always say t’ank th’Lahrd we’ve got de only priest in Oireland that doesn’t run at th’mouth, or something like that. Seanny and Aislinn and Ethan’d laugh, and Mam’d slap Da’s shoulder and tell him, In fronta th’children? And he’d say, Sure they’re waitin’ t’get outta there as much as meself, and they’d laugh some more and Mam’d hit him again, only this time pressin’ back a smile of her own, tough as it was for her to stay mad when her family was laughin’ so.

But this service was a different matter and Ethan knew his Da wouldn’t be happy about the Father’s bladder today. Fer Chroist sakes Fadder, dat’s my little girl in dere, he’d say, wouldja slow it down a little? Or maybe Aislinn’d say, All due respect Fadder Laughton, but would ya please read wit’ some inflection, an’ make th’words come aloive? That’s what she was always tellin’ Ethan to do, and she’d say it to the Father in such a way that it wouldn’t be a mortal sin, and the Father’d laugh and say, Yer right, Aislinn dear, lemme give it anudder go, and he’d smile and pat her on the head and go back to readin’, slower this time, and with more meaning. Ethan wished he could say something in his sister’s place, but he’d just sound like an insolent little boy, and he didn’t want to go sinning like that, placin’ his immortal soul in jeopardy and givin’ his Mam something else to worry about. So he stood quietly, thinkin’ of what a shame it was that the last words spoken for Aislinn’d be like this.

He stared down at the hole in the ground and admired the precision of its edges, cut perfectly straight and square to one another, with the displaced earth stacked in two neat pyramids at either end of it. He knew that had his and Aislinn’s places been switched, and the fever’d overtaken him instead of her, she would’ve appreciated the craftsmanship, too. But it was his sister’s undersize coffin layin’ comfortably inside the hole, not his, and he tried not to think about how they’d had to bend her legs at the knees, then fold them back behind her, so she’d fit in the four-­foot-­long box made for a child half her age. At least it’d keep the dogs off her better than one of those government-­issue wool sacks, the ones the poorest families were left with, the ones they’d later have to see torn from the ground and ripped to shreds as the dogs and rats got at what was left of their loved one. There’d be none of that for Aislinn, because the eight and sixpence his Da and Seanny had sent from America, the money that was to go for food until the new potatoes in July, bought the coffin and the slate and the Mass to be said in her name, instead.

When The Hunger claimed the first of its victims, most of the village turned out for the services after the Sunday Mass, but now it’d just be family members and perhaps a few friends. Still, Ethan counted forty-­one, not includin’ Aislinn, here this mornin’, a testament to his sister’s gentle and encouraging nature and the dozen or so children along the Lane she’d taught to read in the past few years. Even Old Mr. Hanratty was here, standin’ alone, perhaps fifteen feet behind the Bresnihans. Ethan knew this was as close as he’d been to the inside of a church in thirty years, so he nodded his head to him in confused gratitude, and Mr. Hanratty, tight-­lipped, nodded back.

Aislinn’s service was done in ten minutes and the two gravediggers began to spill the neatly piled dirt on top of her coffin as his Mam and Aunt Emily wept. Ethan looked away after just a moment, not wantin’ the water to get in his eyes the way it was in his Mam’s and Aunt Em’s. He noticed how most of the older graves had tombstones that stood upright while the newer ones were marked with about what Aislinn’d have, a one-­inch-­thick slate, fourteen by ten inches, lyin’ flat on the ground. That was all there’d be to tell anyone who might be interested that she’d been here for almost sixteen years, and that she wanted to be a teacher, and how, for the last two years, since it was just her and him and Mam livin’ at Aunt Em’s, she and he would put on shows every Saturday night, and oh were they gettin’ so good at it. No, none of that at all. Instead all it read was . . .

Aislinn McOwen

. . . as if a few numbers said anything about her, like it was some sort of achievement how long a person lived, and when they’d died young, like Aislinn, people fifty years from now could look at the numbers and say, Oh poor lass, just sixteen what a pity, what a tragedy, musta been The Hunger. Most of the stones that were laid flat across the graveyard were covered over with grass and weeds, and Ethan vowed that he wouldn’t let the same thing happen to her. He wouldn’t let her fade away like that.

The crowd quickly dispersed, with only a few people comin’ by and nodding their sorrow or placin’ a hand briefly on his Mam’s shoulder. Father Laughton was one of the last to approach. He may not have read with much inflection, Ethan thought, but the Father’s pain was written on his face in deep creases that led to sunken eyes, and Ethan realized then that the Father’d seen more death than any of them.

May th’ Lahrd comfort you, he said to the three of them, and waved his hand in a downward line and then across.

He was gone before any of them could say a word, though both his Mam and Aunt Em blessed themselves and curtseyed. And then it was just the three of them standin’ beside the gravesite, with a few stragglers a little farther away.

Jaysus, me hands’re just about tahrn up from all dis rocky soil, one of the gravediggers said. It’s loike shovelin’ bricks.

Ahh yer always complainin’, the other replied. Yer hands can’t be bad as me back.

They were strangers to Ethan, men who traveled constantly, earning a shilling here and there, plyin’ their morbid trade like vultures in the Irish countryside. He could hear every word they said, and regardless of what a fine job they’d done diggin’ the grave, he wanted to take the shovels from them and cover his sister’s body himself. If his Da and Seanny were here, they’d probably want to take the shovels and bash the gravediggers over the head, he figured, so he felt a little ashamed, less of a man, for not wantin’ to do so as well.

Mam and Aunt Em closed their eyes as the coffin disappeared beneath the dirt, them without an extra penny for the gravediggers and so forced to hear more about various aches and pains as the men carried out their work. Ethan felt the anger grow within him until Mr. Hanratty walked up to each of the men and handed them a coin and whispered something to them while noddin’ toward Ethan’s Mam. The men continued on with their work in silence, and Mr. Hanratty glanced over at Ethan and his Mam and Aunt, placin’ his gray woolen cap against his heart and nodding his head slightly. Then, without a word, he was off.

When the coffin was completely covered and the tombstone set in place on the fresh dirt, the three of them walked quietly home. To Ethan, the lustrous green fields were now gray as a winter sky, and their cottage seemed as vast and hollow inside as a fourteen-­by-­sixteen-foot space could ever seem. There’d be no grand funeral dinner, as was the custom in the Old Days. There’d be no reveling, no cousins runnin’ about in the fields as the men and women sat inside by the fire and drank a few pints Old Man McGeary’d supplied from his pub down the Lane. There’d be no stories told of the person who’d passed, no fiddle, or singing. No laughter.

Ethan realized that it was exactly one week ago, when he returned home from the Mass with Aunt Em, that they were told by his cryin’ Mam that Aislinn was gone. Now, as he’d done then, he bounded up the stepladder to the loft he’d shared with his sister since they moved in two years earlier, once Sean and Da were off to America. He sat on his bed, two five-­by-­one-­foot wooden planks raised just off the floor by corner posts. Aislinn’s bed was across from it, the two of them separated by their collection of eleven books stacked neatly on a small plank, held up on either side by painted rocks used for bookends. They called it The Library. The first six volumes’d been given to Aislinn when she saw them piled beside the trash bin in the Brodericks’ library and Mr. Broderick caught her skimmin’ through them. Since that time he’d given her five more, and she and Ethan had read them all several times, though she generally had to help him with some of the more challenging ones like Paradise Lost and a collection of the Shakespeare.

Every Saturday night, until two weeks ago, the two of them took a scene from one of their books and acted it out for Mam and Aunt Em, often taking what Aislinn called poetic license with the tragic scenes, much to the approval of their audience. Loud applause always greeted them when Hamlet, or Achilles, or Romeo and Juliet, or other doomed heroes were spared in the end. But even the happy memories brought the water to his eyes now, so he left the books in their place and took a minute to fully compose himself before going back down the ladder.

His Mam and Aunt Em were busy cooking the biggest feast they’d seen since Christmas. There’d be three small turnips, a little cabbage and wheat flour bread, and as a special treat, they’d each get a few ounces of beef cut from the scraps fed to the Brodericks’ dogs. Aunt Emily had cut it and stuffed it in her pocket when nobody was lookin’—­she called it Aislinn’s severance, whatever that meant—­and he knew that this funeral supper would chase away The Hunger for at least one night. But when it was ready they ate in virtual silence, chewing everything slowly, tryin’ to make it last as long as possible. Ethan felt terribly guilty and he was sure his Mam and Aunt felt so too. Aislinn hadn’t eaten a meal like this for the last few months of her life, and the only reason each of them had so much now was because there were only three of them left to eat it. And so, as the food hit his empty belly, he found none of the usual satisfaction or relief, only shame.

That night, sleeplessly staring around the darkness, he could tell when Mam or Aunt Em were awake by the sounds of their sniffles. And much as he tried not to, his thoughts wandered to that day, just three Saturdays ago, and the last time he and Aislinn had performed one of their scenes. He’d rushed home that day with nothin’ more than a quick wave to Mr. Hanratty, carryin’ the usual pocketful of oats and even more of a bounty in his other pocket, four pieces of jerky that Mr. Broderick’d given him for stayin’ late. It wasn’t like he’d had any choice but to stay, what with Mr. Broderick and his daughters still out there ridin’, but it was a nice thing he’d done all the same. It made Ethan feel even guiltier than usual about taking the pocketful of oats, even though Aunt Em always said it wasn’t really stealin’, just doin’ the Lahrds work for Him, feedin’ th’poor and such, like th’loaves an’ fishes in th’Bible. But his guilt quickly faded when he reached home that evening since it was Saturday night and Aislinn’d already picked out a scene for the play.

Sure, it turned out to be the last time she’d been anything like herself, but Ethan let the thoughts press fully on him now, as if to give her the proper sort of remembrance the dead should have no matter how much it hurts the ones left behind. And this wistful recollection gave way to the dreams that linger on the edge of sleep, needing only to close his eyes to be taken fully back into the moment . . .

I was thinkin’ we’d do a bit from The Odyssey, she says as soon as you hit the top step to the loft. I think I can read for ya, but you’ll havta do th’performin’.

She seems weaker than she’d been just that mornin’, but you’ll not mention anything of it.

What part? you ask and even start gettin’ a little worried about the idea of doing your first solo.

When Odysseus is given the bag t’contain all th’winds so dey can make it home t’Ithaca, she says. And then you remember the jerky in your pocket, and hold the four pieces up to her, proud as can be.

Where’d ya get them? she asks, smilin’.

Mr. Broderick gave ’em t’me for stayin’ late, you say, like you’ve done somethin’ important to earn them. You can have mine Ais’.

Ahhh no, Ethan, she says wavin’ her hand. One’s plenty.

It doesn’t matter anyway since Mam cooks the jerky in the soup for supper. And you’re all excited to taste the flavor of beef again, even though you’re thirsty afterwards from the salt. Then Mam and Aunt Em settle in their stools and Aislinn lies in Mam’s bed with The Odyssey out and open before her. You go up to get your blanket, then step outside, while Aislinn sets the scene, talkin’ about how Odysseus was given this great sack to hold all the winds of the seas. And when you come back in, you bounce all around the cottage, like a man holdin’ the winds in a sack’d do. You bounce from side to side of the cabin, and they all laugh, Aislinn even, and the more you swoon, the more they laugh, so you swoon even more. After a minute or two of that, you, Odysseus, settle down to sleep. And Aislinn reads on, about how the members of his ship’s crew talk of the treasure they think Odysseus is keeping hidden from them in the sack.

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Robert Hicks
Peter Troy weaves an epic tale of triumph and sorrow in the years before and during the war around the lives and voices of four individuals struggling to survive a world packed with noble hopes and chaotic events. Through the lives of Ethan, Marcella, Mary and Micah, Troy reminds us again and again why The American Civil War remains the single most important moment in our history. Beautifully told, Troy has given us a story that will be with me for many years to come. (Robert Hicks, New York Times bestselling author of The Widow of the South and A Separate Country)
Edward Rutherfurd

This big tale takes us from the world of the Irish Famine to the American Civil War—a wonderful family saga of poignant history, thrilling action and romance. But what I like best of all is the way Peter Troy writes it: This book is rich, it's warm, it's got heart and it's got guts. I highly recommend it. (Edward Rutherfurd, New York Times bestselling author of New York: The Novel and The Rebels of Ireland)

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May the Road Rise Up to Meet You 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 58 reviews.
John_Merkhaus More than 1 year ago
We live in a society where art has become profit, so consequently little attention is drawn to the masterpieces our culture creates. Great films are buried by mindless sequels, transient music is overshadowed by computer generated fluff mass produced like twinkies, and our book stores are basically promotional tools for celebrity autobiographies, diet books, or both. This work by first time author Peter Troy falls into the category of unsung masterpieces of modern culture. Troy weaves seamlessly through 19th century history, but incorporates the timeless emotions of grief, love, pride, and hope, creating something of a portrait of the human spirit along the way. This is the sort of piece that exemplifies the faith and sincerity that we want to pass on to future generations, and it is a work of art that I hope and pray is embraced in it's own time. It's a worthy read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An Excelllent Read ! In his riveting epic novel, "May The Road Rise Up To Meet You", Peter Troy depicts the storm clouds gathering over America leading up to the Civil War. He weaves an irresistible narrative involving four characters whose disparate lives encompass both the Irish famine, which provoked the great migration to America, and the abusive slave system of the South. Troy masterfully interweaves their separate tales until they converge in a fully realized climax. This novel has it all: pulsating action and romance, a rich tapestry of characters, and a theme as big as the American dream itself. It is a "Gone With The Wind" in scope but more real and more resonant.
PK111 More than 1 year ago
This book is unlike any other that I have come across. Troy manages to create distinct characters and places us in their worlds through language and locations. Peter Troy truly has a gift of writing. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a unique, enjoyable read unlike any other!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not put this book down. I never wanted it to end. The gripping story and entertwined lives of all of the characters weave a beatiful fabric of tragedy and hope during events in history. Bravo Peter Troy. Hurry up with your next novel.
JoeBey More than 1 year ago
Wonderful! This book goes beyond just the entertainment that a novel can bring. This book made me reflect on my life. It reminds me that wherever I am in my life is exactly where I'm supposed to be, but if I want to change where I am, I can do it. The characters, in their colloquial language and accents, written so honestly and purely by Peter Troy take you on a personal journey that makes you laugh and cry at times, but most often, makes you think. You can't help but root for all of them to overcome obstacles that might thwart someone on the path to where they wish to go, as they press on with the help of the kindness of others of this Earth and those gone by. What an inspirational tale of the hope that something better than where you are in life is capable. Once you read this book, you will want to pass it on to someone, which is just want Ethan McOwen would want you to do!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Peter Troy has stitched together a beautiful American tale of faith and hope. The voices of Irish immigrant Ethan McOwen, slaves Micah and Mary, and society girl-turned-abolitionist Marcella grab you, as their stories converge on their courageous journeys to love and redemption. We get a history lesson along the way, of the Irish potato famine, coffin ships, early baseball in Brooklyn, Tammany Hall, slave auctions, skilled slave labor, the Underground Railroad, and the Civil War. If you enjoy historical fiction and most importantly a story with a message, you'll be inspired by "May the Road Rise Up to Meet You". Think "The Help" in an even broader context (and without the pie...). I enjoyed it so much I bought 3 copies to send out-of-state family and friends. I highly recommend this book.
GCooper More than 1 year ago
A book like no other I've read. This was truly original, with four distinct styles of prose for each of the remarkable characters and a story that was compelling right from the start. A must read for any serious reader!
lilywhiteny More than 1 year ago
Once you start reading this wonderful novel, you won't want to put it down. Set in a time period encompassing the Irish immigrtation to America through the Civil War years, this is a must read for history lovers. The author does a marvelous job of introducing the four main characters and then interweaving their lives as they sturggle to overcome the adversities that life has put before them. You will feel their pain, sorrow and frustrations, but you will also rejoice in their faith and hope in securing a better future for themselves.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved- I mean loved reading this book. I was pulled into the characters and could not hear enough from them. I look forward to hearing more from author, Peter Troy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book may not be the typical easy read that you find on many of the shelves at Barnes and Noble, but it is by far the most insightful, thoughtful, and rewarding of novels I have read in a long time. It is a story that skillfully draws you into the lives of fourt different characters, all intertwined through the historical backdrop of the time (Civil War and Irish Famine). It is a story that opens your eyes to the history of the time in a poignant and compelling way, and yet this story is far more than your average historical fiction piece. It is first and foremost a book about faith and perserverance, and of the importance of seeing life in big pictures terms. Peter Troy skillfully weaves many perspectives through the book in an attempt to bring these concepts to life. He does an excellent job throughout. I highly recommend this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a great great great GREAT book. I have not been able to put this down. Peter Troy weaves an epic tale, weaving the lives of the characters in such an artistic, emotional and engrossing way. Although I am not big into history and this book is set in the mid 1800's, I did not feel like I was reading a "historical" book. I put it up there with the other addicting books like The Hunger Games...hopefully this one turns into a movie too!
evitsky1 More than 1 year ago
Once I started reading this book, I couldn't put it down! I wanted to know more and more about this family's story as they struggled to survive the Irish potato famine. I recently met Mr. Troy at one of his book signing events, and it was a pleasure to meet such a talented writer. I look forward to the rest of the story as he has said he plans to write a trilogy! Can't wait for the next book!
HonestAberaham More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book- I'm completely engrossed. I haven't felt this pulled into a book since I read the first Harry Potter 12 years ago. The time period is so beautifully depicted in the story- the imagery is incredibly vivid-- when Ethan was on the vessel sailing toward America- I can just feel for him- trapped in there, holding on to hope. No matter where life leads him, Ethan never lets go of hope. Ethan's hope is inspired by his love for his late sister who died during "the Hunger" in Ireland. The hope that Ethan has nourishes his faith and enables him to deal with an incredible hardship as his family adjusts to life in America- and the struggles and challenges that face them. While the book is set during the Civil War, I still find myself relating to the characters in a truly dynamic way- I can feel the emotions they are going through. For instance, Ethan has a bravery that is motivated by the love he has for his family, the desire he has to succeed - it just makes me wonder if I would have been as brave as him if I were in the same situation- perhaps if my immigrant relatives were who came through New York when they first arrived in America. While reading this book, I felt completely pulled out of my reality and into the story. It was a moving experience. As an avid reader- I highly recommend it.
DianaDay65 More than 1 year ago
Brilliant and inspiring. That says it all.
Derricks10 More than 1 year ago
As compelling a read as I've come across in many, many years! There is so much to love about this book, great characters, great story, exceptional writing, and most of all, an uplifting message on the value of human life! Doesn't matter whether you're into historical fiction or not, literary fiction or not, this book crosses all those lines. A MUST, MUST read!
bropatrick More than 1 year ago
Peter Troy's May the Road Rise Up to Meet You is a great read. It tells the story of an Irish immigrant, a young Spanish woman and two African American slaves whose lives interact before, during and after the Civil War. The characters are believable and the story is quite moving. Anyone interested in American History or the American Irish experience or the Abolition movement will enjoy this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. The beginning was a bit hard to read, but only because the author uses such authentic language, which I really came to appreciate as I read more of the story. I am the first to admit that Civil War History has never been an interest of mine, but this story made it all so REAL...trying to understand what life was like for the Irish immigrants and the slaves at this time in our country's history. Such a thought-provoking read, great character development and authenticity. One of those books that makes you cry at the end and go back and re-read the good parts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A wonderful story that will capture you by the amazing character development and vivid details that makes you feel like you are a part of the story!! I will admit it did take a few chapters to fully get into the book but once you do, you will be so glad you did!! You will find yourself routing for the successes of Ethan, Micah, Marcella and Mary as though you know them. Each page brought a different emotion. The only disappointment is when you come to the last page and you find there isnt any more to read. I also recently met Mr Troy & was thrilled to find out there will be a sequel. It cant be written fast enough.
citygirlCT More than 1 year ago
This review is from: May the Road Rise Up to Meet You: A Novel (Hardcover) This is a story that MUST be shared with others!! The characters grab you so intimately that they become your best friends, sharing with you the intimate details of their lives. I think each reader will find himself or herself identifying closely with one of them, whether it be the spunky and rebellious Marcella, the strong, manly Micah, the brave, faithful Ethan or the gently visionary Mary. They take you on a journey back in time so personally that you feel the hunger, experience the prejudice, encounter the hatred, face the challenges, conquer the fears and embrace the love of a time in our past. You travel on a "coffin ship" from Ireland to America, see the beginning of baseball, walk the streets of old New York, feel the humiliation of slavery and the strength and talents of so many slaves. You discover people finding love amid desperate circumstances and showing courage and loyalty in the midst of it all. What a study in human nature! What a lesson to be learned and shared today! Book club members will find much for discussion in this book, so rich in scope and message.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A well-crafted and thoughtful novel. Overall, a great read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this story, falling in love with all the characters. Excellent historical novel. Troys writing is excellent and kept me captivated the entire time. To read this novel for my first ebook on my newly purchased nook color made the read even more enjoyable. I highly recommend May the Road Rise Up to Meet You.
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Ummm... sorry to admit this to you, but no one probably goes to your school, because people are all over the country.