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eBook Category: Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Sometimes you've got to forgive the person you were to be the person you can be.... How do you find the faith to love again? Take Caddy. She's blonde and beautiful, and has a wonderful man who loves her ... what could be more perfect? And yet she's running away from him, and from a secret and painful past. Then there's feisty, tender Roz who has to make corn cream commercials sound romantic and who yearns to be a writer. That's after she finds a man and has a baby, of course... She can't help feeling it was all meant to be easier. And Tom who dreams of being a famous photographer but who ends up selling mobile phones and thinking about the son he never sees. Not to mention gorgeous Dan, a famous actor...He only wants Caddy.... Why doesn't she want him? Four star-crossed people in a Dublin summer, with a match-making mother to spice up the sometimes poignant and sometimes hilarious tale even further. Should they all settle for less, taking life's little disappointments on the chin, or chase their dreams of love and happiness? The question is, are they ready for it, or not?
eBook Publisher: Accent/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2007
Available eBook Formats [Secure Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [411 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [1.1 MB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9781905170654 Adobe Reader ISBN: 9781905170654

THERE WERE MANY MYSTERIES that summer. One of them was
why four people who had so much to share had seldom felt so
alone. They were all ready for love, but they wanted it to
happen in a certain way, and so they didn?t notice its tender
though enigmatic entreaties. They were also unwilling to
admit that what they believed they wanted might have altered,
that life was guiding them towards deeper and more enduring
affections. Certainly Tom Armstrong?s thoughts on love had
radically altered since he took the photograph. And yet, when
he looked at that young girl running towards her lover, the
memories came flooding back to him, fresh and bright and
new.
Looking back, it seems like I was waiting for her outside
the National College of Art and Design, though I couldn?t
have known she would appear. When she ran towards him I
lifted my camera and ? click ? the image was captured. My
hands were steady but my heart was pounding, just like hers
must have been. I hadn?t known the force of love until that
moment ? how it can change and free you, set you alight with
its wonderful, crazy conviction. I hadn?t known that it can
make a pretty face beautiful. And she is beautiful, the woman
in my photograph.
I?d seen her around college, but we?d never met. She
usually sat with a group of friends in the canteen. Sometimes
they were serious, and sometimes they laughed so hard they
almost fell off their chairs. They looked so wild and confident I
wouldn?t have dared to approach them. I could have spoken to
her if she was alone, but she never was.
I was a photography student, and Dublin still felt new but
was becoming familiar. Even the aroma of freshly ground
coffee in Grafton Street no longer seemed so exotic. Capital
cities creep up on you. When you first arrive, you might as
well be in Marrakech; and then one day you belong, and it?s the place you?ve left that seems strange.
I somehow feel the woman in my photograph would
understand that. There?s something about her ? a freshness,
an innocence ? that seems to come from another place. I felt
this about her even when she was spluttering at some joke with
her friends over coffee. I sensed that she had left somewhere
so that she might know the secret longings of her heart. And
she found them. You can see it in her eyes, her smile, the blur
of her feet on the pavement.
The minute she stepped out of the college that evening, she
started looking. Her face was tight with anxiety. Would he be
there? Had they missed each other? Her cotton dress was light
yellow and covered in tiny pink flowers. I?d only seen her in
jeans before. She stood on tiptoe, trying to see over the
crowds. She bit her lower lip and peered down the busy street.
Then she started to fiddle with a silver bracelet on her arm, as
if embarrassed. She lowered her head in disappointment. And
then she looked up and saw him.
He was tall and still and standing at the other side of the
street. Her face lit up. I didn?t know a face could just light up
like that, grow so luminous and certain. He must have smiled,
because she smiled back and waved. Her feet danced with
impatience as she waited to cross the street. He was hungry
for her. You could see it in the way he stood. Then the sun
burst out from behind the clouds and they were both ablaze
with waiting.
She walked at first, slowly and steadily. Her eyes grew
bright and excited as she began to run, headlong and sure,
without a second?s hesitation. Her dress billowed around her
legs and her long hair flew wildly in the breeze. And suddenly
there was this smile on her lips....
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