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Fiction.
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Romance.
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HTML:An emotional story of love, betrayal, friendship, and family from #1 New York Times bestselling author Maeve Binchy. David Power and Clare O'Brien both grew up dreaming of escape from the battered seaside town of Castlebay, Ireland, but they might as well have had the ocean between them. David is the cherished son of a prosperous doctor, while Clare lives with her large family behind their faltering store, longing for a moment of quiet to study. When they both go to university in Dublin??he as a matter of course, she on a hard-won scholarship??their worlds collide. They find freedom in each other??until the families, lovers, and secrets they left in Castlebay come back to haunt them... ??Laughter and tears, it??s what Binchy does best.???San Francisco Chronicle Book Review ??The Castlebay Maeve Binchy creates is a marvelous place.???The New Y No library descriptions found. |
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The main characters — 10-year-old Clare O'Brien, daughter of a shopkeeper, and 15-year-old David Power, only child of the local doctor and his rather snooty wife — are appealing and easy to root for from the start, though events that happen toward the end of this (long!) novel put them in a different light. And as usual, Binchy populates Castlebay with a winning assortment of secondary characters, from the playboy Gerry Doyle to Father Flynn to teacher Angela O'Hara, who sees something of herself in Clare that makes her the girl's fierce champion in her goals to attain a proper education.
The ending, though ... oof. I don't remember thinking much of it when I first read this as a twentysomething, but today? It's hard not to