Reviewed by Ceri Kehoe
Christine Grogan is a beautiful 28-year-old meteorologist with a loving
family, great friends and an exciting career working for an
international investment bank. So why does she spend every January 20th
crying like her heart might break? As everyone around her appears to
be moving on with their lives, Christine wears her past like a pair of
concrete shoes. Can nothing, or nobody help her shake them?
Mark
Harrington thought he had all he ever wanted. Head of the bank's Irish
operations, he has the career, the house and the relationship any
39-year-old would wish for. But when his seemingly perfectly-planned
life suddenly strays totally off course, Mark is confronted with the
fact that he isn't actually in control at all...
...and that he is crazy
in love with Christine.
Insider trading, rambunctious Christmas
parties, overnight conferences, the modern office environment has it
all. But it can also be the stage for a simple, modern love story.
ALBERTA CLIPPER is that story. The story of two people, each
floundering in their own lives, who might just be able to save one
another.
My final Valentine Feature Week guest is Irish author Sheena Lambert whose debut book, Alberta Clipper, was published at the end of last year.
What has been your most memorable Valentine’s experience, either good or bad?
As poor students, myself and my now-husband got chip butties (fries in a bread-roll with mayonnaise) one Valentine’s night, and ate them parked in his Dad’s car at the beach. (Well….it’s cold in Ireland in February.) The following year, my Valentine’s card had the exact price of another chip butty taped to the inside. I still have it.
Have you ever had a disastrous date on Valentine’s night?
No, but I did get a very creepy Valentine’s card from a client once. Complete with a very creepy poem about me having his creepy children. Creepy.
If you were to receive a book as a Valentine’s Day present, what book would you like to receive?
A book of Oscar Wilde poetry, with special lines highlighted… Tread softly, because you
tread on my dreams…
