I have to write this review from my phone, as my laptop cord is being persnickety and refuses to charge my computer, so I likely won’t go into as much depth as I had hoped to. That being said, Maeve’s publishers put out a book of her last short stories and it was wonderful.
I have been a fan of Maeve’s work since I was 15 years old. And I have loved everything of hers I have ever read. I had thought that I had read the last of her work so you can imagine my elation on learning of this new collection.
Chestnut Street is a series of short stories with the tie being that all the residents live on or come from this street. Otherwise, each story is completely independent. Much like her Christmas compilation: This Year it will be Different. Some of the stories are very short, some longer. Some of them are sad and some hopeful, as Maeve is find of doing. In every story, she accomplishes that which few writers are able to do with such consistency. She draws you in from the very first sentence. She makes you feel something for each and every person she mentions. It was like getting that one final farewell to a beloved friend. And of course, one of the last stories was about a Nuala, so how could I not love it?
For me, it was a bittersweet farewell. Though not a goodbye, since I can hear her effervescent voice lift from the page and into my heart every time I go to my bookshelf and pick out any of her books to re-read and fall in love with all over again.