To my first literary love, Maeve Binchy

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I was 11 years old when I read one of Maeve’s books entitled, Whitethorn Woods. At first, I wasn’t thrilled and I didn’t feel anything when my Mommy bought it for me. I was too engrossed with murder mysteries at the time. (Talk about Agatha Christie!)  

However, her writing proved me wrong. Her works touched my soul and changed my perspective about love and life forever. I fell in love even more when I bought ‘Nights of Rain and Stars” in 2016 and " Tara Road" in 2017. I was in college then taking up arts course. 

For me, it was the most magical month. I cried a ton when Shane beat Fiona, after he heard the news that the latter was pregnant. I was 16 and emotional. I know nothing of the real world but I felt Fiona’s pain. It was heartbreaking because I resonated with Fiona’s situation. 

Or when Danny Lynch was caught cheating and had to give up their beautiful home in Tara Road to be with his mistress. ( Infidels!) 


I could never get my hands off of MB’s books. I took it with me when I went to Bohol for a 2-week vacation. The drive from Jagna to Tagbilaran was divine. I was reading NRS again and I compared and resonated the way Binchy described Greece. Bohol is indeed everyone’s paradise. Sadly, I don’t have any videos or photos of me that day. I can’t show you how amazing that experience was. 

I was heartbroken when I found out that Binchy passed away in 2012. The same year I read my first Binchy book. Fate is indeed cruel! I felt sad because I never get to see her alive and post her works online, like Laurell K. Hamilton, Lang Leav, Rupi Kaur, etc. 

I hope you’re happy in paradise my dear favorite author. Your works touched my heart and I will never ever be the same. 

-E. 



(This isn't the updated collection but it's the only photo I have.)

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