Two and a half stars, rounded up. Irish chick lit on the order of Maeve Binchy (though not up to her standards). Not a bad story, but totally predictable. The setting is Avalon, a coastal village in Ireland which sounds idyllic. The plot centers on four women: Tess and Suki, who are sisters who grew up in Avalon House, the large manor house that had been in the family for centuries; and Danae, the humble postmistress, and her lively niece Mara, who comes to stay with her. Of the four, Tess is the predominant character. Due to a lack of financial means, she and Suki had had to sell Avalon House at the death of their father. Suki, the beautiful wild child, departed for the States, and embarked on a tumultuous life among the rich and famous. Tess, separated from her husband, now struggles to make a living from her antique shop, while raising her two children. Her first love has returned to town now as a wealthy man, though both are embittered still at their parting. Danae, the quiet village postmistress, is hiding her tragic past living alone with her dog, chickens, and garden in the cottage at the top of Willow Street until Mara, recovering from a heartbreak of her own, comes to live with her. The not-so-subtle theme of forgiving or healing the past and learning to begin again living life joyfully runs through all the characters' stories. I didn't particularly care for the character of Suki. Not only was she not very likable, but she was totally over the top: married into a wealthy American political dynasty, then divorced and the girlfriend of a world renowned rock star, and along the way she'd authored a popular feminist book, when she was the least independent feminist you could imagine. I'm not sure why romance authors in particular like to have characters like this - who have little in common with their readers who, apparently, are supposed to find anything about celebrity lives fascinating. If that's what they want, there are plenty of celebrity gossip mags and 'entertainment' TV shows and a few ghost-written tell-all autobiographies that cater to that sort of thing. Sure, it's supposed to show that under it all they're people like us and money and fame doesn't buy happiness, blah, blah, blah. That kind of character doesn't belong in the sort of Irish village story I care to read, anyway. The poor village boy made good in the character of Cashel, who had been Tess's first love, was also over the top. Sure he could have been a successful businessman, but did he have to be a billionaire? Instead of the sympathetic romantic hero, he came across as rather insufferable - always saying he usually would have fired an employee for insubordination for merely expressing an opinion or not kowtowing to him. Yuck! An insecure alpha male to the extreme is not romantic. All of this exaggeration just made the story less believable and relatable and detracted from the more honest and real characters of Tess, Danae, and Mara.