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A Main Selection of the Book-of-the-Month Club
New York Times bestselling author Maeve Binchy has captured the hearts of millions with her unforgettable novels. Binchy's graceful storytelling and wise compassion have earned her the devotion of fans worldwide—and made her one of the most beloved authors of our time. Now she dazzles us once again with a new novel filled with her signature warmth, humor, and tender insight. A provocative tale of family heartbreak, friendship, and ...
A Main Selection of the Book-of-the-Month Club
New York Times bestselling author Maeve Binchy has captured the hearts of millions with her unforgettable novels. Binchy's graceful storytelling and wise compassion have earned her the devotion of fans worldwide—and made her one of the most beloved authors of our time. Now she dazzles us once again with a new novel filled with her signature warmth, humor, and tender insight. A provocative tale of family heartbreak, friendship, and revelation,Tara Road explores every woman's fantasy: escape, into another place, another life. "What if..." Binchy asks, and answers in her most astonishing novel to date.
"An irresistible tale."—Elle
"Engrossing."—Wall Street Journal
"A tender novel of the pleasures and pitfalls of friendship, Tara Road is an ultramodern love story for women, about women, between women that is sure to delight."—Newsday
"Difficult to put down!"—Denver Post
"One of Binchy's best."—Kirkus Reviews
Ria's mother had always been very fond of film stars. It was a matter of sadness to her that Clark Gable had died on the day Ria was born. Tyrone Power had died on the day Hilary had been born just two years earlier. But somehow that wasn't as bad. Hilary hadn't seen off the great king of cinema as Ria had. Ria could never see Gone With the Wind without feeling somehow guilty.
She told this to Ken Murray, the first boy who kissed her. She told him in the cinema. Just as he was kissing her, in fact.
"You're very boring," he said, trying to open her blouse.
"I'm not boring," Ria cried with some spirit. "Clark Gable is there on the screen and I've told you something interesting. A coincidence. It's not boring."
Ken Murray was embarrassed, as so much attention had been called to them. People were shushing them and others were laughing. Ken moved away and huddled down in his seat as if he didn't want to be seen with her.
Ria could have kicked herself. She was almost sixteen. Everyone at school liked kissing, or said they did. Now she was starting to do it and she had made such a mess of it. She reached out her hand for him.
"I thought you wanted to look at the film," he muttered.
"I thought you wanted to put your arm around me," Ria said hopefully.
He took out a bag of toffees and ate one. Without even passing her the bag. The romantic bit was over.
Sometimes you could talk to Hilary, Ria had noticed. This wasn't one of those nights.
"Should you not talk when people kiss you?" she asked her sister.
"Jesus, Mary, and Holy St. Joseph," said Hilary, who was getting dressed to go out.
"I just asked," Ria said. "You'd know, with all your experience with fellows."
Hilary looked around nervously in case anyone had heard. "Will you shut up about my experience with fellows," she hissed. "Mam will hear you and that will be the end of either of us going anywhere ever again."
Their mother had warned them many times that she was not going to stand for any cheap behavior in the family. A widow woman left with two daughters had enough to worry her without thinking that her girls were tramps and would never get a husband. She would die happy if Hilary and Ria had nice respectable men and homes of their own. Nice homes, in a classier part of Dublin, places with a garden even. Nora Johnson had great hopes that they would all be able to move a little upward. Somewhere nicer than the big, sprawling housing estate where they lived now. And the way to find a good man was not by flaunting yourself at every man that came along.
"Sorry, Hilary." Ria looked contrite. "But anyway she didn't hear, she's watching TV."
Their mother did little else during an evening. She was tired, she said, when she got back from the dry cleaners where she worked at the counter. All day on your feet, it was nice to sit down and get transported to another world. Mam wouldn't have heard anything untoward from upstairs about experience with fellows.
Hilary forgave her—after all she needed Ria to help her tonight. Mam had a system that as soon as Hilary got in she was to leave her handbag on the landing floor. That way when Mam got up to go to the bathroom in the night she'd know Hilary was home and would go to sleep happily. Sometimes it was Ria's job to leave the handbag out there at midnight, allowing Hilary to creep in at any hour, having taken only her keys and lipstick in her pocket.
"Who'll do it for me when the time comes?" Ria wondered.
"You won't need it if you're going to be blabbing and yattering on to fellows when they try to kiss you," Hilary said. "You'll not want to stay out late because you'll have nowhere to go."
"I bet I will," Ria said, but she didn't feel as confident as she sounded. There was a stinging behind her eyes.
She was sure she didn't look too bad. Her friends at school said she was very lucky to have all that dark curly hair and blue eyes. She wasn't fat or anything and her spots weren't out of control. But people didn't pick her out; she didn't have any kind of sparkle like other girls in the class did.
Hilary saw her despondent face. "Listen, you're fine, you've got naturally curly hair, that's a plus for a start. And you're small, fellows like that. It will get better. Sixteen is the worst age, no matter what they tell you." Sometimes Hilary could be very nice indeed. Usually on the nights she wanted her handbag left on the landing.
And of course Hilary was right. It did get better. Ria left school and like her elder sister took a secretarial course. There were plenty of fellows, it turned out. Nobody particularly special, but she wasn't in any rush. She would possibly travel the world before she settled down to marry.
"Not too much traveling," her mother warned.
Nora Johnson thought that men might regard travel as fast. Men preferred to marry safer, calmer women. Women who didn't go gallivanting too much. It was only sensible to have advance information about men, Nora Johnson told her daughters. This way you could go armed into the struggle. There was a hint that she may not have been adequately informed herself. The late Mr. Johnson, though he had a bright smile and wore his hat at a rakish angle, was not a good provider. He had not been a believer in life insurance policies. Nora Johnson worked in a dry cleaners and lived in a shabby, run-down housing estate. She did not want the same thing for her daughters when the time came.
"When do you think the time will come?" Ria asked Hilary.
"For what?" Hilary was frowning a lot at her reflection in the mirror. The thing about applying blusher was that you had to get it just right. Too much and you looked consumptive, too little and you looked dirty and as if you hadn't washed your face.
"I mean, when do you think either of us will get married? You know the way Mam's always talking about when the time comes."
"Well I hope it comes to me first, I'm the elder. You're not even to consider doing it ahead of me."
"No, I have nobody in mind. It's just I'd love to be able to look into the future and see where we'll be in two years' time. Wouldn't it be great if we could have a peep."
"Well, go to a fortune-teller then, if you're that anxious."
"They don't know anything." Ria was scornful.
"It depends. If you get the right one they do. A lot of the girls at work found this great one. It would make you shiver the way she knows things."
"You've never been to her?" Ria was astounded.
"Yes, I have actually, just for fun. The others were all going, I didn't want to be the only one disapproving."
"What did she tell you? Don't be mean, go on." Ria's eyes were dancing.
"She said I would marry within two years. . . ."
"Great, can I be the bridesmaid?"
"And that I'd live in a place surrounded by trees and that his name began with an M, and that we'd both have good health all our lives."
"Michael, Matthew, Maurice, Marcello?" Ria rolled them all around to try them out. "How many children?"
"She said no children," Hilary said.
"You don't believe her, do you?"
"Of course I do, what's the point giving up a week's wages if I don't believe her."
"You never paid that!"
"She's good. You know, she has the gift."
"No, she does have a gift. All kinds of high-up people consult her. They wouldn't if she didn't have the power."
"And where did she see all this good health and the fellow called M and no children? In tea leaves?"
"No, on my hand. Look at the little lines under your little finger around the side of your hand. You've got two, I've got none."
"Hilary, don't be ridiculous. Mam has three lines. . . ."
"And remember there was another baby who died, so that makes three, right."
"You are serious! You do believe it."
"You asked so I'm telling you."
"And everyone who is going to have children has those little lines and those who aren't haven't?"
"You have to know how to look." Hilary was defensive.
"You have to know how to charge, it seems." Ria was distressed to see the normally levelheaded Hilary so easily taken in.
"It's not that dear when you consider—" Hilary began.
"Ah, Hilary, please. A week's wages to hear that kind of rubbish! Where does she live, in a penthouse?"
"No, a caravan as it happens, on a caravan halting site."
"You're joking me."
"True, she doesn't care about money. It's not a racket or a job, it's a gift."
"So it looks like I can do what I like without getting pregnant." Hilary sounded very confident.
"It might be dangerous to throw out the Pill," said Ria. "I wouldn't rely totally on Madam Fifi or whatever she's called."
"Mrs. Connor," Ria repeated. "Isn't that amazing? Mam used to consult St. Anne or someone when she was young. We thought that was mad enough, now it's Mrs. Connor in the halting site."
"Wait until you need to know something, you'll be along to her like a flash."
It was very hard to know what a job was going to be like until you were in it and then it was too late.
Hilary had office jobs in a bakery, a laundry, and then settled in a school. There wasn't much chance of meeting a husband there, she said, but the pay was a bit better and she got her lunch free, which meant she could save a bit more. She was determined to have something to put toward a house when the time came.
Ria was saving too, but to travel the world. She worked first in the office of a hardware shop, then in a company that made hairdressing supplies. And then settled in a big, busy real estate agency. Ria was on the reception desk and answered the phone. It was a world she knew nothing of when she went in, but it was obviously a business with a huge buzz. Prosperity had come to Ireland in the early eighties and the property market was the first to reflect this. There was huge competition between the various real estate agents and Ria found they worked closely as a team.
On the first day she met Rosemary. Slim, blond, and gorgeous, but as friendly as any of the girls she had ever met at school or secretarial college. Rosemary also lived at home with her mother and sister, so there was an immediate bond. Rosemary was so confident and well up in everything that was happening, Ria assumed that she must be a graduate or someone with huge knowledge of the whole property market. But no, Rosemary had only worked there for six months; it was her second job.
"There's no point in working anywhere unless we know what it's all about," Rosemary said. "It makes it twice as interesting if you know all that's going on."
It also made Rosemary twice as interesting to all the fellows who worked there. They found it very difficult to get to first base with her. In fact, Ria had heard that there was a sweepstake being run secretly on who would be the first to score. Rosemary had heard this too. She and Ria laughed over it.
"It's only a game," Rosemary said. "They don't really want me at all." Ria was not sure that she was right; almost any man in the office would have been proud to escort Rosemary Ryan. But she was adamant: a career first, fellows later. Ria listened with interest. It was such a different message than the one she got at home, where her mother and Hilary seemed to put a much greater emphasis on the marriage side of things.
Ria's mother said that 1982 was a terrible year for film stars dying. Ingrid Bergman died, and Romy Schneider and Henry Fonda, then there was the terrible accident when Princess Grace was killed. All the people you really wanted to see, they were dying off like flies.
It was also the year that Hilary Johnson got engaged to Martin Moran, a teacher at the school where she worked in the office.
Martin was pale and anxious and originally from the West of Ireland. He always said his father was a small farmer, not just a farmer but a small one. Since Martin was six feet one it was hard to imagine this. He was courteous and obviously very fond of Hilary, yet there was something about him that lacked enthusiasm and fire. He looked slightly worried about things and spoke pessimistically when he came to the house for Sunday lunch.
There was a problem connected with everything. The Pope would get assassinated when he visited England, Martin was sure of it. And when he didn't, it was just lucky and his visit hadn't done all the good that people had hoped it would. The war in the Falklands would have repercussions for Ireland, mark his word. And the trouble in the Middle East was going to get worse, and the IRA bombs in London were only the tip of the iceberg. Teachers' salaries were too low; house prices were too high.
Ria looked with wonder at the man her sister was going to marry.
Hilary, who had once been able to throw away a week's salary on a fortune-teller, was now talking about the cost of having shoes repaired and the folly of making a telephone call outside the cheap times.
Eventually a selection was made and a deposit was paid. It was a very small house. It was impossible to imagine what the area might look like in the future. At present it was full of mud, cement mixers, diggers, unfinished roads, and unmade footpaths. And yet it seemed exactly what her elder sister wanted out of life. Never had she seen her so happy.
Hilary was always smiling and holding Martin's hand as they talked, even on very worrying subjects like stamp duty and the real estate agent's fees. She kept turning and examining the very small diamond that had been very carefully chosen and bought from a jeweler where Martin's cousin worked so that a good price had been arranged.
Hilary was excited about the wedding day, which would be on the day before her twenty-fourth birthday. For Hilary the time had come. She celebrated it with manic frugality. She and Martin vied with each other to save money on the whole project.
An autumn wedding was much more sensible. Hilary could wear a cream-colored suit and hat, something that could be worn again and again, and eventually dyed a dark color and worn still further. As a wedding feast they would have a small lunch in a Dublin hotel, just family. Martin's father and brothers, being small farmers, could not afford to be away from the land for any longer than a day. It would be impossible to be anything but pleased for her. It was so obviously what Hilary wanted. But Ria knew that it was nothing at all like what she wanted herself.
Ria wore a bright scarlet-colored coat to the wedding, and a red velvet hair band and bow in her black curly hair. She must have been one of the most colorful bridesmaids at the drabbest wedding in Europe, she thought.
Next day she decided to wear her scarlet bridesmaid's coat to the office. Rosemary was amazed. "Hey, you look terrific. I've never seen you dressed up before, Ria. Seriously, you should get interested in clothes, you know. What a pity we have nowhere to go to lunch and show you off, we mustn't waste this."
"Come on, Rosemary, it's only clothes." Ria was embarrassed. She felt now that she must have been dressed like a tramp before.
"No, I'm not joking. You must always wear those knock-them-dead colors. I bet you were the hit of the wedding!"
"I'd like to think so, but maybe I was a bit too loud, made them color-blind. You've no idea what Martin's people were like."
"Like Martin?" Rosemary guessed.
"Compared to them Martin's a ball of fire," Ria said.
"Look, I can't believe you're the same person as yesterday." Rosemary stood in her immaculate lilac-colored knitted suit, her makeup perfect and amazed admiration written all over her.
"Well, you've really put it up to me. Now I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe." Ria twirled around once more before taking off her new scarlet coat, and caught the eye of the new man in the office.
She had heard there was a Mr. Lynch coming from the Cork branch. He had obviously arrived. He wasn't tall, about her own height. He was handsome, and he had blue eyes and straight fair hair that fell into them. He had a smile that lit up the room. "Hallo, I'm Danny Lynch," he said. Ria looked at him, embarrassed to have been caught pirouetting around in her new coat. "Aren't you just gorgeous?" he said. She felt a very odd sensation in her throat, as if she had been running up a hill and couldn't catch her breath.
Rosemary spoke, which was just as well because Ria would not have been able to answer at all.
"Well hallo there, Danny Lynch," she said with a bit of a smile. "And you are very welcome to our office. You know, we were told that there was a Mr. Lynch arriving, but why did we think it was going to be some old guy?"
Ria felt a pang of jealousy as she had never before felt about her friend. Why did Rosemary always know exactly what to say, how to be funny and flattering and warm at the same time?
"I'm Rosemary, this is Ria, and we are the workforce that keeps this place going, so you have to be very nice to us."
"Oh, I will," Danny promised.
And Ria knew he would probably join the sweepstake as to who would score first with Rosemary. Probably would win, as well. Oddly he seemed to be talking to Ria when he spoke, but maybe she was just imagining it. Rosemary went on. "We were just looking for somewhere to go out and celebrate Ria's new coat."
"Great! Well, we have the excuse, all we need is the place and to know how long a lunch break so that I don't make a bad impression on my first day." His extraordinary smile went from one to the other; they were the only three people in the world.
Ria couldn't say anything; her mouth was totally dry.
"If we're out and back in under an hour then I think we'll do well," said Rosemary.
"So now it's only where?" Danny Lynch said, looking straight at Ria. This time there were only two of them in the world. She still couldn't speak.
"There's an Italian place across the road," Rosemary said. "It would cut down on time getting there and back."
"Let's go there," said Danny Lynch, without taking his eyes away from Ria Johnson.
Afterward Ria could remember nothing of the lunch. Rosemary told her they talked about work, the houses on their books.
Danny was twenty-three. His uncle had been a real estate agent. Well, he had been a bit of everything in a small town, a publican, an undertaker, but he also had an agent's license and that's where Danny had gone to work when he left school. They had sold grain and fertilizer and hay as well as cattle and small farms, but as Ireland changed, property became important. And then he had gone to Cork City and he loved it all, and now he had just gotten this job in Dublin.
He was as excited as a child on Christmas Day, and Rosemary and Ria were carried along with him all the way. He said he hated being in the office and loved being out with clients, but then didn't everyone? He knew it would take time before he'd get that kind of freedom in Dublin. He had been to Dublin often but never lived there.
And where was he staying? Rosemary had never seemed so interested in anyone before. Ria watched glumly. Every man in the office would have killed to see the light in the eyes, the interest in every word. She never inquired where any of her other colleagues lived, she didn't seem to know if they had any accommodation at all. But with Danny it was different. "Tell us now that you don't live miles and miles away, do you?" Rosemary had her head on one side. No man on earth could resist giving Rosemary his address and finding out where she lived too. But Danny didn't seem to regard it as a personal exchange; it was part of the general conversation. He spoke looking from one to the other as he told them how he had fallen on his feet. He really had the most amazing bit of luck. There was this man he had met, a sort of madman really called Sean O'Brien, old and confused. A real recluse. And he had inherited a great big house on Tara Road, and he wasn't capable of doing it up, and he didn't want all the bother and the discussing of it and all so what he really wanted was a few fellows to go in and live there. Fellows were easier than girls, they didn't want things neat and clean and organized. He smiled apologetically at them as if to say he knew that fellows were hopeless.
So that's where he and two other lads lived. They had a room each, and kept an eye on the place until poor old Sean decided what he was going to do. Suited everybody.
What kind of a house was it, the girls wanted to know?
Tara Road was very higgledy-piggledy. Big houses with gardens full of trees, small houses facing right on the street. No. 16 was a great old house, Danny said. Falling down, damp, shabby now. Poor Sean O'Brien's old uncle must have been a bit of a no-hoper like Sean himself, it must have been a great house once. You got a feel for houses, didn't you? Otherwise, why be in this business at all.
Ria sat with her chin in her hands listening to Danny and looking at him and looking at him. He was so enthusiastic. The place had a big overrun garden, and an orchard even at the back. It was one of those houses that just put out its arms and hugged you.
Rosemary must have kept the conversation going and called for the check. They walked across the road back to work and Ria sat down at her desk. Things don't happen like this in real life. It's only a crush or an infatuation. He's a perfectly ordinary small guy with a line of chatter. He is exactly like this to everyone else. So why on earth did she feel that he was totally special, and that if he got to share all his plans and dreams with anyone else she would kill the other person. This wasn't the kind of way people went on. Then she remembered her sister's wedding the day before. That wasn't the way people went on either.
Before the office closed Ria went over to Danny Lynch's desk. "I'm going to be twenty-two tomorrow," she said. "I wondered . . ." Then she got stuck.
He helped her out. "Are you having a party?"
"Not really, no."
"Then can we celebrate it together. Today the coat, tomorrow being twenty-two. Who knows what we'll have to celebrate by Wednesday?"
And then Ria knew that it wasn't a crush or an infatuation, it was love. The kind of thing she had only read about, heard about, sung about, or seen at the cinema. And it had come to find her in her own office.
Q: Who are some of your favorite Irish authors? American ones?
A: Irish: William Trevor -- gentle, observant, sensitive. Jennifer Johnston -- passionate, pacifist, wise. Roddy Doyle -- young, outrageous, funny.
American: Gore Vidal, Tom Wolfe, John O'Hara, Elmore Leonard, Kurt Vonnegut, David Baldacci.
Q: For those of us who have never been to Dublin, please tell us about Tara Road, and why it was the perfect setting for your book.
A: It is, of course, an imaginary road but based on many of the big streets in residential Dublin: a long, winding road with three- or four-story red brick Victorian houses, small enclosed front gardens, bigger rambling backyards, all built in imitation Georgian style with fanlights over the hall doors. Some are wealthy and well-kept and beautifully renovated; some are shabby and have several apartments and bicycles in the hallway! It's a good setting for a story because people of every age and social class could live there.
Q: If some good friends of yours were to visit Ireland for the very first time, where would you tell them to visit in order to see Ireland as you see it?
A: Because I'm a "Dub," a person who comes from Dublin, I obviously love this part best. It's a lovely, young, eager city now, with nearly a million people, but you can get out to the sea and the mountains very quickly. But to be very honest, I think that visitors should go to the west and look at the lovely sunsets over the Atlantic and wave out at the nearest parish in that direction -- which is the United States. I particularly love two areas, West Cork, with its hundreds of tiny and marvelous little guest houses, and County Clare, where you hear such great music played everywhere you go.
Q: What inspired your latest, Tara Road?
A: We once did a home exchange; it wasn't as adventurous or dramatic, nor indeed done to get over a tragedy, but I will always remember how close I felt to the people whose house we borrowed and how well I knew them when the two months were over. There's a huge bond between people who live in each other's homes. We know all each other's secrets!
Q: Go to the nearest window and describe for us what you see.
A: We work upstairs in a specially built kind of studio/office full of windows. My husband, Gordon Snell, is also a writer, and so this place is full of books, files, laptops, printers, gadgets, stationery, et cetera. Our two deeply loved but not very bright cats, Tex and Sheelagh, sleep on the windowsills all day opening their eyes occasionally to ensure that we are working hard enough to afford their cat food. Outside the window is a roof garden with a lot of container plants and a table and chairs for the sunny days. And beyond that there are the roofs and hills of Dalkey, once a village, now more like a suburb, ten miles south of Dublin. It's where I grew up years ago and where we live now.
Posted February 24, 2009
I feel very alone in my opinion on this book... so many people seem to have loved it. I am the kind of person who feels that if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it... but I rely so heavily on these reviews when purchasing a book so I felt it necessary to voice my opinion. Although the book was engaging and hard to put down, I realized that I felt this way out of sheer amazement that all of the characters could be so unlikeable and the situations so unbelieveable. I could not relate to one character... throughout most of the book, I felt myself wanting to slap half of them and say "snap out of it" - especially, the main character, Ria. I will give the author credit for her style and I would agree that the book was well written. She did a nice job at foreshadowing many of the situations with the whole side plot of the fortune teller, however, it was not an enjoyable read for me. It felt like too much drama and not enought heartwarming. I finished it only to be able to make a sound assessment. I guess it just comes down to the fact that you can't please everyone. I know that this is a loved book by many. I just felt absolutely no connection whatsoever to this book, nor would I consider reading another by the author... just not my style.
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Posted July 6, 2008
I was really eager to start this book and found very entertaining - till the end - there wasn't any ending, it just stopped! The story was great, I loved all the characters, but I wanted to know what happenned in their lives after Ria decided to go it on her own (I think) and what every happenned to the Danny/Ria. and Lady Ryan love triangle? Too many question left unanswered.
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Posted September 25, 2012
Amazing....excellent read....you people can not be serious....i mean this is a very absurd book...truly not a good read at all what a waste of time....
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Posted May 14, 2006
I have never written a review before, but I felt I had to write something in this instance. I loved this book. It was one of the best I'd read in a long time. The character development was excellent as was the story. I couldn't wait to see how it all ended. Unfortunately, it didn't end! She failed to try up any of the story lines. All the issues in the book went unresolved. I assumed that there must be a sequel, but I don't see one. I am very, very disappointed at the ending. I am annoyed that I invested all that time reading this yet I'll never know what happened to the characters. If you are OK with that, the book is enjoyable. However, if you expect stories to end, I would skip this one.
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Posted June 28, 2012
Delightful read. Had happy and sad and thoughtful and exciting parts, making it an easy read from page 1 to end. Her best book for me remains to be "Circle of Friends". "Tara Road" may come in as a second. Lost myself in the book often making me feel I was there in Ireland with them in the living room talking with the people.
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Posted May 21, 2011
i found. this book mind numbing. if i had not purchased this. book, i would have put it down..life is too short to read cheesy easy reads.
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Posted December 24, 1999
I really enjoyed this book, yet I disliked it in the same breath. When I read a book I want the author to move me, create an escape, and lead me into another world away from the one I live in daily. This book didn't pull that off, but it was trivial and interesting!
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Posted November 19, 2013
Posted November 19, 2013
The mouse skittered underneath the small pile of leaves. A ThunderClan shecat, recently made a warrior, was waiting for the right moment to - "Lightningdust!" A cat she knew very well hissed. Lightningdust's golden pelt prickled in irritation. She lost her concentration on the mouse and turned around to look at her former mentor who was sitting there. "You've been out here for seemingly moons!" Blackeagle growled. "I don't want you getting -" "You aren't my mentor anymore. Its time to let things go." She interupted. At that comment, his ears flattened and his eyes looked away. Lightningdust suspected he was thinking of his other apprentice - Goldpaw. He had fallen into the fast-running river during training...and drowned. Blackeagle probably felt like it was his fault, which led to overprotection over his new apprentice. Even after she had become a warrior, he still watched her like she was a newborn kit. She could not stand it. She put these things aside so she could calmly address him. "It's leaf-bare and prey is scarce. That is why it's taking me longer to hunt." She said the words slowly so she could keep her cool. To her surprise, her 'mentor' still nudged her towards the direction of camp. "There is plenty of freshkill that the....more experienced cats caught." Darkeagle said. He sounded, once again, like he was talking to a weak, incapable kit. She was shocked. Lightningdust planted her paws into the ground as he pushed. "No." She said blankly. Lightning was a warrior, and therefore wanted to experience that. Getting food for herself showed she was responsible and capable, and the excitenent she felt while hunting was something she enjoyed. She then decided she was beginning to sound and act like a kit in her stubbornness, so she shrugged him off. "Don't worry. I can walk there." She told him, but he still looked doubtful. Lightningdust quickly padded through the forest, not looking back at him. Once they reached camp, she hung her head, grooming her paw every once in a while so the awkwardness she felt was not visible to the other cats. She quickly chose a thin vole from the freshkill pile and leaned over it to eat. Suddenly, Darkeagle came from behind. "Be careful. Voles have lots of little bones!" Lightningdust realized several cats were looking at her, and she flushed in embarrasment. Why did he have to do that? She wondered painfully. She knew why, but didn't he understand? She was not an apprentice....In the name of StarClan, she was a grown warrior!! "Thats alright." She said coldly. To prove her point, she bent down and took a mouthful of vole, tearing its small pelt to eat the meat inside. It was not particularly juicy or delicious, but it was food and it served a purpose - it kept her alive during the long leaf-bare moons. She finished eating it, even chewing at the pelt to get off the flesh stuck to it. Lightningdust then got up, and realized that Darkeagle was not watching her, but talking to a cat named Violetdance. She realized this was her chance to escape and she ran as fast as she could to the forest. ((AUTHORS NOTE: Please post your comments here. If i get at least three nice comments, I will continue the fanfic. Next chapter will be at the next result tommorow. See you guys soon and i really hope you enjoyed reading the fanfic chapter as much as i did writing it! Cannot wait to continue lightnings adventures and thank you for your support. )) Next chapter - Tommorrow. --- (:
Posted August 1, 2013
I really enjoyed this book. One of the problems I had, though, is that it took forever and a day to get to the actual storyline having to do with Marilyn and Ria switching houses. I also wish there were more divisional chapters instead of ten enormous ones. Also, I agree that most of the characters were highly unlikable... I tended to want to roll my eyes at them instead of feeling sorry for them. However, I did enjoy it and will keep it to read again, because it was so well written. I will also be looking into more of her work!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 29, 2012
I loved this book the first time I read it, and I am now rereading it in its Nook form. A sensitive and honest portrayal of characters who stay with you when the book has ended. I wish I could have lunch with Ria right now and then go shopping with Annie. I highly recommend this lovely book. P.S. I do not like the layout and errors in the Nook format.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 13, 2012
Posted January 7, 2012
This is one of my fav's, well i say that about everyone right???
Ria lived on Tara Road in Dublin with her dashing husband, Danny, and their two children. She fully believed she was happily married, right up until the day Danny told her he was leaving her to be with his young, pregnant girlfriend.....thats all im saying....
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Posted September 15, 2011