While I’m known to enjoy my women’s fiction, there are certain elements that just strike a chord with me, and Michelle Vernal managed to tick every box.
Jane is known as “second hand Jane” by all who know her simply for her love of all things old: clothes, books, furniture and tales. And when a move to Dublin from New Zealand gives her more old to discover and less of the present (nagging mother) to deal with – the story takes flight.
Having developed an obsession with old children’s books, her favorite new find is an inscription with a name of the former owner, and she decides to follow up in a sort of ‘where are they now” story for her column.
In her search, Jane meets Amy’s brother Owen, a rather close-mouthed and dour (at first) man who explains that Amy was in the ‘wrong place at the wrong time’, a common euphemism for those involved in the ‘Troubles’ in Northern Ireland in the decades of the 1970’s through the 1990’s.
From here, Jane heads to the family farm, searches out answers in Northern Ireland, flirts and debates a relationship with Nick while still wondering about Owen, and finding some manner of common ground with her mother. Told in first person, Jane isn’t a logical thinker, or even particularly interesting all of the time... BUT, it is the questions, the moments and the minutiae that bring this story to life. I’m sure any one of us, were our every thought catalogued, come up on the ‘dull’ side more than once, particularly as we wrangle with our own feelings and knowledge, and the pressures felt from near and far.
An interesting story that may not be for all readers, but is sure to please those who want to have a quiet meander through a life of discovery and interest in things that others dismiss simply because they are not new and shiny.
I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.