Not that they would be together too often, as the passengers were segregated. At least she wasn't to be alone, as her cousin, Jamie, was to travel on the same ship. The heartbreaking decision made, and the awful sad farewells made, Brigid finds herself in the turmoil of London, wondering just what had she done. the need to leave home, as there was simply not enough food, resonated with the story of my own family, who did this from two countries, one being Ireland. I was absorbed in the story from the beginning. With all that in mind, I wondered if I was expecting too much, though reminding myself that this is a book of fiction. It also helped that I am named after my Irish grandmother, Bridget, who was a native of Co Clare. The title attracted me as well as the description of a lacemaker, being a family historian and a craftswoman. "Like making lace – she pieces together a new life from a single thread of hope."
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