I read my first Maeve Binchy novel many years ago. The Copper Beech was my introduction to the woman, to the writer, who often pulled me out of the dark places my thoughts and my stories often reside. Sure, bad things happen in her novels - they're not all syrupy and sweet by any means - but good people, but hope, always come out on top. Her novels are the equivalent of curling up with a blanket and a cup of tea on a rainy day - you are cozy, you are safe, you are about to be transported to Ireland and meet some folks you won't soon forget.
Thank you, Maeve Binchy. You will be missed.