A road is being planned to run through Whitethorn Woods, and the town is in an uproar because of a shrine to St. Anne that would have to be removed. Through different narrations, tales of visit to the shrine are told. Of course, as in most Binchy novels, the tales intertwine a bit so there is a complete story of townspeople who have been affected by the shrine. Was it great? No. But it was what I expected and it, again, made me want to fly to Dublin.
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