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Christmas in the Highlands
By Pam Binder
Miracles blanket Christmas, like a gentle snowfall. I’ve discovered this special book; it crystallizes
what’s behind miracles. This book displays
the author’s belief that time is an illusion, and love is the reality that
makes miracles happen. This is a
romantic story, and with an open heart it can make you a believer too.
Irene travels to Scotland on Christmas Eve on a quest. She deeply misses her mother, who has
recently passed away. But her mother’s
death also reveals family secrets that Irene’s curiosity cannot leave at
rest. Her mother’s diary, left for her
twin daughters, mysteriously hints at a hidden past, a hidden love, revolving
around a specific Scottish castle. Now it’s
Christmas Eve at Stirling Castle; Irene is on the threshold of a holiday tour
that will change her life. Irene is
hoping to find some answers. What she
finds are surprises, including meeting a special man who sweeps her off her
feet. But time is an illusion, and Irene
and her man will need to find a way back to their own time by midnight or be
lost forever.
“When you love someone deeply enough anything is
possible. Even miracles.” These are the last lines from the 1954 movie Brigadoon, a favorite of Irene’s
mother. Can life imitate the magic of
such a story, here in the middle of modern day Scotland?
I really enjoyed the feeling of being magically transported
to another time, and to a place that became so real to me. The interesting characters are infused with a
humor that belies much about their backgrounds and character. The author describes characters a reader
readily relates to, and begs the reader to question, what if I was lucky enough
to find myself on a time traveling tour full of intrigue . . .
Pam knows history well and weaves the most interesting
tidbits into the tapestry of her story.
She is the author of five other books.
Just like this book, her unique stories include a mix of rich romance,
fantasy, and time travel.
I recommend you slip a little Christmas in the Highlands into a loved one’s stocking this
year. This magic is most cherished at
this time of year, and happily it’s an enchanting story to be re-read in all
seasons.
Thereby hangs a tale . . . .
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