EXCERPT: 'Ben McCarthy', he'd said at the beginning of their phone call two weeks earlier. 'Manager of Piles of Books. Coming back to you about the job you applied for.'
'Oh . . . yes.' She hadn't expected to hear so quickly - hadn't she only posted her letter two days ago?
'What's your favorite book?'
The question had caught her off-guard, but was an easy one to answer. 'Lolita.'
'Ah, the grand Nabokov. Could you live without reading?'
Another unexpected question - but again, one she hadn't had to think about. 'I couldn't go a day without reading.'
'The right answer,' he'd said, sounding pleased. 'Which dead author do you wish you'd met?'
She'd almost laughed. This was crazy. 'Dickens.'
'And what are you reading now?'
'Housekeeping.'
'Marilynne Robinson?'
'Yes.'
'Like it?'
'Yes, I'm really enjoying it.'
A brief pause had followed, and then: 'You'll do.'
'Pardon?'
'Six pounds an hour, half nine to half five, Monday to Saturday, with one flexible day off in the week. How does that sound?'
She'd hardly believed it. Was he actually offering her a job based on a conversation lasting less than a minute, and involving no more than a few bookish questions? He hadn't asked anything about the typing pool, wasn't even looking for a reference.
'Is that a yes? Are you thinking about it?'
'Yes,' she'd said hastily. 'Yes, please. Thank you.' She'd already forgotten the terms and conditions he'd rattled off, but she hadn't cared.
'Great how soon can you start?'
She'd thought fast. 'I need to give two weeks' notice where I am.'
'Two weeks. That brings us up to . . . Friday, September fourth. So let's say you start here on Monday seventh.'
'OK.'
'Good, all settled.'
'Um . . . is there anything else I need to know?'
'Yes. Wear comfortable shoes - you'll be on your feet a lot. Be here at half nine sharp, or I'll have to fire you.'
She'd waited for a laugh, but none had come. 'Thank you,' she'd replied, but he'd already hung up.
Half nine sharp, in comfortable shoes. No mention of a dress code, or what her duties would be. No information about the shop or who else worked there. It had certainly been an odd interview, but it had ended with an offer of work, and it had enabled her to hand in her notice at a job she'd hated, and now she was on her way.
She wondered what he'd be like face to face. Hopefully he'd be a bit less . . .unpredictable. Some people just didn't suit the phone.
On the other hand, what was wrong with unpredictable? Might make life more interesting, working with someone who didn't do the expected thing. From now on she must be open to every possibility, willing to embrace the unknown, the unexpected. Willing to be brave.
ABOUT 'MOVING ON': Three great loves. Two very different countries. One step closer to finding her way home...
As a new decade begins, hopeless romantic and big dreamer Ellen is finally moving on from her hometown.
In Galway she takes a job in a bookshop, and somewhere between the dusty bookshelves and the quiet afternoons, a bookseller named Ben finds a place in her heart.
Fast forward, and the bright lights (and cosy flats) of London are calling Ellen's name. There she meets Leo, a charming, attentive city banker who's everything she's ever wanted.
And wherever she goes, her heart beats in time with her childhood friend, Danny - though they never seem to be in the right place at the right time.
If home is where the heart is, where will Ellen's lead her?
MY THOUGHTS: A definite comfort read with some very uncomfortable situations!
There's something about Roisin Meaney's writing that is soothing, comforting. I want to curl up with her books like a purring cat in the sun on a winter's day. Even when Ellen's life was falling apart, there's a thread of hope, a feeling of anticipation.
The writing is both tender and starkly honest. Moving On deals with marital infidelity, betrayal, broken friendships, and mother/daughter relationships. Ellen is the sort of character you wish only the best, the sort I would like for a friend. She is not perfect - nowhere near it, but this makes her even more endearingly realistic.
Spanning several decades, the reader is enveloped in Ellen's life - her triumphs, her tragedies, her hopes and dreams, even those that are shattered.
Every time I pick up a Roisin Meaney book, I feel like I am meeting up with an old friend. This one I finished with my eyes brimming full of unshed tears.
⭐⭐⭐⭐
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MEET THE AUTHOR - ROISIN MEANEY: I was born in the beautiful market town of Listowel in Co Kerry, (host to the famous Writers’ Week Festival every summer), and my growing-up years were spent mainly in Limerick city. After leaving school I qualified as a teacher and taught in Dublin for a handful of years, taking a few breaks along the way – two years teaching English in Zimbabwe (wonderful), three years working as an advertising copywriter in London (exciting) – until finally in 2001 I decided to try my hand at writing a book, something that I’d been thinking about for years. I took another break from teaching and flew to San Francisco, where one of my brothers lived, and it was there I wrote my debut, The Daisy Picker. To my delight, it won a ‘Write a Bestseller’ competition that Tivoli, a new Irish publishing house, was running to launch itself, and my prize was a two-book deal. I returned to the Irish classroom and wrote in my spare time, and in 2006, with two published books and another just completed, I signed up with Hodder Headline Ireland, Tivoli sadly having folded. In 2008 I took a deep breath and gave up teaching to become a fulltime writer, and so far, so good.
These days I divide my time between Limerick city and Miltown Malbay in West Clare. I take breaks from writing to drop into schools and chat about being an author, and to tell stories to tots in libraries.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Little Brown Book Group, Sphere, for providing an e-ARC of Moving On by Roisin Meaney for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.