August 2011
This would be a lovely, gentle novel for a lazy summer in August. Maeve Binchy writes mostly of Ireland, and there is little to dislike about her novels. Every Friday night, in this one, eight very different individuals board the bus from Dublin to their home town of Rathdoon, Ireland, to spend the weekend. Binchy spins a tale for each. Although their tales are quite separate, because Rathdoon is so small, their paths inevitably cross. Quite charming.