Kate Kerrigan
Kate Kerrigan is an author living and working in Ireland. Her novels are Recipes for a Perfect Marriage, The Miracle of Grace, Ellis Island, City of Hope, Land of Dreams and The Lost Garden.
Kate began her career as an editor and journalist, editing many of Britain’s most successful young women’s magazines before returning to her native Ireland in the 1990’s to edit Irish Tatler. She writes a weekly column in the Irish Mail about her life in Killala, County Mayo – and contributes regularly to RTE's radio's Sunday Miscellany.
Her novel, The Dress, published by Head of Zeus was shortlisted at the Irish Book Awards in 2015, and her new novel, It Was Only Ever You, was published in hardback edition, October 2016.
www.katekerrigan.ie
I devoured this book in one sitting. I LOVED it!
Marian Keyes
This story is written with so much heart you can hear its beat and feel its pulse in every word on every page.
Cecelia Ahern
“..aku sangat diberkati karena bisa menikmati segala cara sederhana yang dia tunjukkan untuk mencintaiku.”
“Seorang ibu akan selalu khawatir memikirkan anaknya, setiap hari selama hidupnya.”
“In this way, I was able to place my own concerns aside and curl myself up in the cocoon of somebody else's imagination. My life was suspended - I was in neither one place nor the other.”
“Kupikir orang tidak akan bisa membuat komitmen sebelum benar-benar jatuh cinta. Sekarang aku tahu, kita tidak akan bisa mencintai dengan tulus sebelum membuat komitmen.”“Inilah kesempatan terakhirku dalam cinta, bukan karena aku sudah terlalu tua untuk menjalin cinta dengan orang lain, tetapi karena sudah waktunya berhenti. Berhenti berlari, mengejar sasaran bergerak yang kusebut kebahagiaan itu, dan merasa berbahagia dengan apa yang sudah kumiliki.”
“We both grew so used to each other, so comfortable with the naturalness and ease of our friendship, that we became sloppy about keeping our relationship a secret. It was not that we were physically demonstrative or obviously in love, more that it had become impossible for us to hide our close involvement. We had gradually acquired the unmistakable air of old-love: finishing each other's sentences and speaking to each other with an offhand, presuming intimacy that was eventually noticed.”
“Hidup ini kadang keras,tetapi kita membuatnya jadi lebih keras lagi melalui cara pandang kita.”