If you're in the mood for an old-fashioned love story, you might enjoy The Hopeful Romantic! It's a tender novel about a young Dublin wife and mother, whose satisfying family life is upended by her yearning for something more...
Dreamy, emotional Kerry McCormack is an old-fashioned girl who’s always longed to live in the country. She’s married to Stephen, an earnest, practical executive who’s made a big success in the Dublin business world. Both Irish thirtysomethings, they’ve shared thirteen years of a safe, predictable marriage. But unspoken grief, their son’s new independence and Kerry’s craving for a simpler life are causing rifts in their previously placid relationship.
When Kerry accepts an unexpected invitation from an old friend—a friend she once fancied—to spend a weekend in the little village of Ballydara, she’s looking forward to an idyllic family holiday. During their stay, however, Stephen’s long-buried secrets and Kerry’s past collide, until their marriage seems beyond repair.
In this sensitive portrayal of marriage, family, and second chances, can Kerry and Stephen get past the hurt they’ve caused each other, and find their way to a Happily Ever After?
Here's brief excerpt:
Every fix I’ve gotten myself into, every eejit thing I’ve ever done, is because of my fatal flaw—I’m a hopeless romantic. And just look where it’s got me.
I gazed at the snowy pasture from the kitchen window, huddled in Stephen’s old work coat, the one item of his I’d taken with me when I’d left Dublin three days ago. Okay, there was the ring too—the new gem-studded wedding band Stephen had surprised me with last month. He’d given it to me over the holiday we’d spent with our friend Will, when everything had changed. Well, more like…imploded. But I couldn’t quite go there. Not today. Not on Christmas Eve.
I rubbed my bare ring finger with my thumb. Why I thought of the ring as Stephen’s…I’d never felt such a flashy piece of jewelry belonged to me, even though he’d had Kerry, Forever, engraved on the inside—such a sentimental gesture for such a prosaic guy. Out of respect, I’d kept wearing the ring, even after he left. But I’d not worn it since arriving here at the farm. I’d put the ring into a saucer next to the kitchen sink and there it had stayed. I would try not to look at it, but invariably, my eyes would be drawn to the flash of sparkle against the countertop. Whether my ring was mocking me or guilt-tripping me, I wasn’t sure.
You may ask, why wear a posh wedding band anyway, after your husband says we need a break? Exactly. But the bigger question was, what had possessed me to come to the farm at all? On the spur of the moment, I’d decided that staying here for a few days would be like a…well, a mini-retreat. On my own, without distractions, I’d find the answers to all my problems. Instead, following this rash, madzer impulse, I’d gotten myself completely stranded. Which is where my fatal flaw comes in…
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