This is a loving and funny account of life in a mountain village in the Catalan Pyrenees and of Bernard and Mary Loughlins' efforts to restore an ancient house there. The text tells of the life of the village, the mountains, and how the two struggled to overcome the ghosts of their Irish past.
This has to be the worst book I have ever read, and if I could I would give it zero stars. The writing is long-winded and convoluted, and I found myself wading though vast swathes of text in order to get to the plot. Anyone reading this risks serious mental instability.
Why use one adjective when fifty will do? I found the style unreadable, the sentences infinitely drifty and the endless listing to be incredibly frustrating. Another travel book that thinks evoking time and place is about listing endless foods you ate. Grrrrr.