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The Ludlow Ladies Society - Ann O'Loughlin


Connie Carter has lost everybody and everything dear to her. To help nurse her grieving heart and to try and find answers, she moves from her home in America to Ludlow Hall, deep in the Irish countryside. All she knows about Ludlow is that her late husband spent all their money on the house – without ever mentioning it to her. Now Connie needs to know why.
At Ludlow Hall, Connie befriends Eve and Hetty and is introduced to the somewhat curious Ludlow Ladies’ Society. But can Connie ever reveal her hurt? And, more importantly, can she ever understand or forgive? As the Ludlow Ladies stitch patchwork memory quilts to remember those they have loved and lost, the secrets of the past finally begin to surface.
The Ludlow Ladies’ Society is a story of friendship, resilience and compassion, and how women support each other through the most difficult times.
My review

I had previously read a book by this author, The Ballroom Cafe and really enjoyed it, so when I saw this book was available as an audio book I had to listen to it.

It was a brilliant, I had such a great time listening to this book that I did not want it to end. I loved the readers accents and impressions of all the people, it really added to the story rather than subtracted like some do. The characters were great and as the story went on they aall came into their own light, each with a story to them, be it a husband, a child or a lover. There are lots of twists and turns in this book, but all the ladies create a great group that you wish you were part of.
I didn’t want this book to end it was so enjoyable. The description of the environment was really good, I imagine the scenes and the house that appear in the book and it made me want to go there. It reminded me of a beautiful National Trust house that you see. If I was able to go in a heartbeat, I would.
5 stars

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