Looking so much like another woman it was uncanny. I found myself catapulted by some magical twist of fate (we are in Ireland, land of faeries) in 1921.
I would become so immersed in reading that the scenes and characters I created came alive in my head, fleshed out and independently animated, visiting me as I slept.” I could tweak her quote and apply it to reading instead of writing: She really weaves a tale intertwining past and present Ireland, mixing historical facts with ordinary people’s lives, rational with a dash of fantasy.Īnd it works so well that I was not in my living room on my couch anymore. I left my body’s imprint on the couch by the end of the day.Īmy is not on the top of my top 3 authors for years now without a reason: her words are magic! Maybe let’s begin with the more important : I read it in one sitting and it is a long book (120.000 words). There is so much to tell yet I don’t own a tenth of her talent. As for each Amy Harmon’s books, the task is daunting. Here I am once again in a tight spot trying to write that review. But in the end, is the choice actually hers to make? Caught between history and her heart, she must decide whether she’s willing to let go of the life she knew for a love she never thought she’d find. Mistaken for the boy’s long-missing mother, Anne adopts her identity, convinced the woman’s disappearance is connected to her own.Īs tensions rise, Thomas joins the struggle for Ireland’s independence and Anne is drawn into the conflict beside him. Thomas Smith, guardian to a young boy who is oddly familiar. But there Anne finds herself, hurt, disoriented, and under the care of Dr. The Ireland of 1921, teetering on the edge of war, is a dangerous place in which to awaken. There, overcome with memories of the man she adored and consumed by a history she never knew, she is pulled into another time. Heartbroken at his death, she travels to his childhood home to spread his ashes.
In an unforgettable love story, a woman’s impossible journey through the ages could change everything… Anne Gallagher grew up enchanted by her grandfather’s stories of Ireland.
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