A couple of months ago, I was checking the RPL catalog for a book or a movie called Confessions of a Catholic Priest. I did not find that one, but Confessions of a Parish Priest: An Autobiography by Fr. Andrew M. Greeley was listed. Even though it hadn't been what I was looking for, I got it, and the one right next to it on the shelf (Furthermore: Memories of a Parish Priest). In both books, Fr. Greeley describes and/or quotes some of his other books - greatly increasing my list of "books I'd like to read someday."
On my break at work today I started my fifth fiction book by Fr. Greeley: Irish Mist. This is the fourth book in the series, and I'm greatly enjoying them so far. The characters (at least the main characters) are great - people I often wish I could meet, talk to, and/or be. I have come to care for them deeply and hope that all works well for them. I dread the day that Fr. Greeley stops writing about them (and the Ryan clan, that I partially met in his other fiction book I've read - Virgin and Martyr).
So far, Nuala and Dermot, have arrived in Dublin where she is giving a charity concert. Their (i.e. her) welcome has been both warm and rude - warm from her many fans, and rude from a small but noisy group full of jealousy for her success. I'm already slowly starting to regain the Irish tone/phrasing as expressed in these books - the more I've read, and the more recently, the stronger the connection is (this is similar to my non-question question phrasing that came from the elves in Mercedes Lackey's The Enduring Flame series and The Obsidian Trilogy).
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