I started this book because I loved the genre ... Irish novel. It is timed in the first World War, and the beginnings of the on-going civil war in Ireland between the Catholica and the Protestants. But, let me say, it was even less than OK (which is the 2* definition). This was no Maeve Binchey, I will tell you that ! I quit reading before I had finished the book.

And sadly, because it began well with a feisty red-headed heroine, but the roof just kept falling on her head; the language became more and more objectionable, and I could foresee the "romance" was going to be more than my moral compass allows.

So, while I am on my soap-box here, I want to include this review in my list to help me remember that all that is written is not gold, that time given to anything is only worth the careful consideration of that expense.
And that the back of the cereal box, compared with some books, is better reading.