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Amy harmon what the wind knows
Amy harmon what the wind knows










amy harmon what the wind knows

What is deja vu? Is it a skewed sense of consciousness due to what science has called a mini-stroke or is it because you’ve already lived out these moments before? It makes you question reality and how time works here on earth.Īre we each reincarnated, being passed down from generation to generation, living on through our loved ones? Or are we travelers from another time and space…. One that has heart-warming characters and history that manifests in front of you, close enough to reach out and touch. This really was a beautifully-told story, though. Okay, I know what I just said is confusing but it sums up how I felt reading this part of the book. This is the beginning of the end…of the beginning. When she journeys onto the lake in a small boat and is enveloped by a bountiful mist, she is overtaken and taken away into history.

amy harmon what the wind knows

She visits the town and markers of where her family’s history courses strong and tangible. She journeys from America to the beautiful and classic Ireland. He had one request of her in his last days and that was for her to take his ashes to Ireland and spread them in the Lough.Īfter his passing, she does as he requests. Her main character Anne Gallagher is at the death bed of her ailing grandfather, Eoin, the man who raised her. Besides, when I do read about it, I’m always thankful that I’ve learned something afterward.Īmy Harmon weaves a magical tale of what happens when the past is brought to life. But, it is so important in life and in this story. Sometimes, history is just hard for me to follow. I have to admit that I sometimes found the details of Ireland’s history a little less than captivating.

amy harmon what the wind knows

That moment pulled me in with her, like literature quicksand. Then, Anne went to Ireland to spread her grandfather’s ashes on the lake when an overpowering mist sucked her into another lifetime. A story slowly being told with sadness and great attention to detail. At first it was like a step onto the white sands of a beach, soft and steadily sinking.












Amy harmon what the wind knows