The only bad thing about this book was that it ended. I would have wanted it to go on and on and on ...
In "Minding Frankie" Maeve Binchy takes us to the Dublin middle class street St Jarlath's Crescent and the people who live there. It's a close knit community, getting even more so as Emily Lynch is visiting from New York in order to find her roots in the country where her father grew up. Emily is a doer. A vibrant, strong, energetic person who sees opportunity and possibilities in everything and everyone. From the first day she sets foot on Irish soil, things start to happen.
Her aunt and uncle Josie and Charles Lynch not only solve their redundancy trouble but find better opportunities and new happiness. Their son Noel, an alcoholic and loser, suddenly gets to know he is the father of little newborn Frankie, who literally saves him and transforms his life. Talentful designer Lisa leaves her safe job and heads for uncertainty, obsessed with charming chef Anton. Lonely social worker Moira scares people off with her negative attitude, always searhing for something to put her finger on. And then there is happy elderly couple Lizzie and Muttie, their dog Hooves and their step children Maud and Simon, about to experience unexpected loss and grief. We follow them all struggling in sorting out their lives.
I don't know of any other author today who can measure up to Maeve Binchy as a storyteller. With this book she had me spellbound, reading all night until I fell asleep in the morning with the book in my hands.
It's difficult to find something else to read after a visit into Maeve Binchy's magical world. I tend to say that most people in the world are not very nice, but Binchy manages to convince me differently. I hope and prey she has still more to convey to us with her magic pen.
Thank you, Maeve. And to the readers, if you have not already, buy this book and loose yourself in the adventures, struggles and hopes of the community of St Jarlath's Crescent. A book not to be missed!!