Everyone had their own job to do on the Ryans' farm in Stoneybridge.
–Maeve Binchy - A week in winter - c.2012
Chicky left her home on the west coast of Ireland and headed off to America after a whirl-wind romance. Full of ideas of everlasting love and romance she abandoned all for the dashing American. Unfortunately, things did not work out and Chicky was forced to re-evaluate her life. Eventually she returned to her hometown, bought a run-down old house and set about converting it into a hotel.
But I really disliked it.
I know that many people love and adore Binchy’s work but it does nothing at all for me. Its strange, people often give out about science fiction and fantasy books as being unreal and an escape from the world. A week in winter is the most unreal book I have ever read. It tells the various tales of Chicky and her family and then the various guests that come to stay in the hotel. All their trials and tribulations!
But everything is just so nicey-nice and unrealistic. Personal disasters may happen, but they are all made better by a cup of tea and a nice chat. Everything from depression to criminal teens can be solved by a good chat! Urghhhhhh. Have I mentioned that I hate this sort of fiction?
As you can guess I do not recommend this book, but if this is the sort of fiction you enjoy then you should check out Maeve Binchy, if you haven’t before. This is her last novel and she hundreds of thousands of people loved her writing. It just isn’t for me.