![]() Over time, the two bump into each other at a hair salon he sees her on television he sees her riding a tour bus in London she sees him at the ballet. Little does she know that a month prior, dashing American Justin Hitchcock (you guessed it-visiting lecturer at Trinity College on European art and architecture) donated a pint of his blood, which she received at the emergency room. She’s just not quite the same person-she now eats meat, speaks fluent Italian, has a vast knowledge of European art and architecture and, creepiest of all, has someone else’s memories. Loss of her baby (devastating as she’s been trying for years) and imminent divorce (less devastating as Conor, away most of the year on business, will hardly be missed) is not the only upheaval in Joyce’s life. When she wakes in the hospital her dear old dad is there, though husband Conor is away on business and his less-than-prompt return bodes ill for the relationship-in fact, Joyce dispatches with her loveless marriage soon after returning to her childhood home. The novel opens with Joyce lying at the bottom of her stairs and bleeding, barely conscious but knowing the worst-this fall has cost her her pregnancy. Bestselling Irish author Ahern ( There’s No Place Like Here, 2008, etc.) is at it again with a tale of déjà vu via blood transfusions.
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