The Heather Moon is the moon for falling in love. It comes in August before the honey moon when the heather is in a glory of purple blossom. The adventures of Baribel MacDonald are told in this book, and the charm of the Scottish country side runs through its pages. A very interesting love story unfolds under the skillful touch of these two popular writers.
diate past of her family was that her father's people had once been rich, and as important as their name implied. They were the MacDonalds of Dhrum, an island not far from Skye, but they had lost their money; and while old Mrs. MacDonald was still a young married woman (it seemed incredible that she could have been young!) she and her husband, with their one boy, had come to her old home near Carlisle. This one boy had grown up to marry--Somebody, or, according to the standards of Grandma, Nobody, a creature beyond the pale. The bride must have died soon, for even Barrie's elastic memory, which could recall first steps taken alone and first words spoken unprompted, had no niche in it for a mother's image, though father's portrait was almost painfully distinct. It presented a young man very tall, very thin, very sad, very dark. The frame for this portrait was the black oak of the library wainscoting, picked out with the faded gold on backs of books in a uniform binding of brown leather. Once a day Barrie had b
Ah...the Williamsons. They are always fun and a great escape. This book is no exception. The plot is formulaic and not much more than a frame for the travelogue of Scotland that is really the main character. Yet, the individual characters are endearing and villainous in their turn, and there is enough of a plot that you do want to find out how it all comes out in the end (even though you KNOW the Williamsons wouldn't disappoint one with a less than gloriously happy ending). Enjoy!