I’m going back in my Goodreads file of five star reads. If I look at one I read two years ago and I can remember the story with renewed pleasure, I know it deserved every one of those five stars. That’s this one, Buried In A Bog, by Sheila Connolly.
My review: This is the first of Sheila Connolly’s third mystery series, and my favorite. Buried in a Bog is far more than a mystery–it’s the story of a young woman from Boston dealing with loss and finding her way forward, as well as a story of a small village in Ireland. It was grandmother’s last wish that she visit. It’s a story of relationships, generations, and above all, real—actually fictional, but for sure real people. It’s a mystery too, dealing with murder. This book satisfies on every level.
Another reviewer said, “Awesome book! The setting was cozy and real and made me want to head off to Ireland for a spell. Can’t wait for the next one!”
Since then, Sheila Connolly has written the next one, and others as well. I especially like the first of her fourth series as well. (It’s a bit woo woo.) But why don’t you check out all of her series on her Amazon author page? You’ll be glad you did.
I read this book with Google Maps on my computer so I could follow her around the country.
Sheila is great at real settings.
Since I work in a museum outside Philadelphia, I particularly like her Philadelphia museum series.
That Google Maps idea is a good one! And although I do live close to Philadelphia, I think I’ve been there once, so it’s a foreign land to me.
Thank you so much! The series is one I nursed along for years until it finally sold, and it’s been a joy to watch people find it and enjoy it. And all the places–including the pub–are real. I’ll be happy to give tours!
Oh, I’d love the tour! (And I’d love to visit Ireland. I was born a Collins which I think is Irish. My day said his father referred to his mother as Black Irish-but he never met her.)
I’ve got a Collins great-great-grandmother from West Cork, but she would have been born around 1800. I keep trying to connect her to Michael Collins, who was born not far away, but no luck so far.
Hey, we could be related, but we’ll never know. My grandfather ran away from home (from eastern Canada to western Washington state) at 13 and never allowed any contact with his black Irish mother or father.