I’ve dreamed of Ireland . Of a land where there was magic in the mists, dark, brooding mountains that held secrets, and green fields that rolled into forever. And that is what I found when I went there.
I’ve talked with many of my friends and family who have been to Ireland. Invariably those with roots that were transplanted from that country in the past all felt a tug when they stepped onto Irish soil. I know I did. There was a recognition, a sense of knowing, even before you took the first breath, just what the air would taste like.
There’s a beauty in the little village with its pub and crooked in the bustle of cities like Galway, in the cliffs that tower over the ocean, and the fields sleeping under the mists. There are simple things, like the farmer leading his cows across the road, and grand ones like the ruins of a castle standing centuries old beside the winding ribbon of river.
There are stone circles dancing in a farmer’s field, and fairy hills in the forests. And just as magical are the flowers blooming in the well-tended garden or the taste
of fresh scones at tea time. Simple things, and grand ones. That’s what I found in Ireland.
For Born in Shame, the last of my Born In trilogy, I wanted to bring a woman, an American, to Ireland for the first time. To give Shannon Bodine her roots, her family, and a romance that would suit the contrasts and endurance of Ireland. To give to her that magic of simple and grand things.
And I hope to give them to you as well.