What is it about the Irish? I've always been a sort of melancholy girl, I love overcast days, I find romance in bittersweet endings, so it's natural I'd gravitate toward a book with a description like this one.
What I didn't expect to find was a book that so accurately reflects some emotions that I've been struggling with myself. Now, granted, I'm still about 20 years away from Rosie's age, so while this "coming of age" story is meant for an older generation, it still rings true for the single, childless woman in her 30's with absolutely no intention of that changing.
Sound depressing? It really wasn't. What I found through the story was a gentle peace, a bittersweet happiness that made this book perfect reading for me. I shed a few tears, smiled more smiles and put the book down with a feeling of regret and a bit of wonder - because this wasn't a story that I read so much as a story I felt unfold slowly inside of me. I struggled for the first few dozen pages, trying to define the story with characters, with plot.. before just giving up and letting the words wash over me. This isn't one of those stories to read if you are seeking excitement, thrills or sweeping romance. Instead, reading this book is like lying on a blanket in a boat, on a quiet lake, and feeling gentle waves bobbing you slowly up and down, leaving you nothing to amuse yourself with but your own thoughts.
That all sounds fairly sappy, but that's the mood Best Love, Rosie has put me in. NetGalley provided me with only the first part, so I had to go get the rest of it and it was well worth it. A beautiful final book from Nuala O'Faolain.