Book Title: Kilingiri
Author: Janna Gray
Release Date: May 21st 2013
Genre: Romance, Women’s Contemporary Fiction, Romantic Saga, Saga
Publisher: GMTA Publishing, LLC
1968, Srinagar, Kashmir and Nina is devastated by the death of her new-born baby girl. Sister Angela and Father Michael at the mission hospital step in to nurse Nina back to health but when the friendship between Nina and Father Michael turns to love, Michael makes a decision which will resonate through the years.
It is 1981 and in Kinsale, Ireland, Nina, devoted to her son Joshua, lives a loveless existence, but a chance encounter changes everything. Michael is back in her life, he leaves the priesthood and happiness is within their grasp.
But when past and present collide, their whole world is turned upside down.
Only by facing the consequences of what has gone before, can Nina and Michael embrace the future.
Janna Gray guides us masterfully through this poignant story of love, loss, betrayal and hope.
The women from different cultures and walks of life had come to disregard the barriers of diverse languages and creeds and united in their common cause for survival. Khun Nok, sentenced for life for killing her viciously abusive husband after he’d etched his name in six inch letters on her back, painstakingly removed colonies of head-lice from her companions’ hair. Burly Khun Noi, irrepressibly cheerful, taught everyone how to catch and eat cockroaches – she claimed they tasted like fried chicken – to boost their protein intake. Nina refrained, preferring to risk scabies or beriberi rather than allow a molecule to pass between her lips.
At dusk, always the worst time for inmates as it heralded the onset of another endless night of stifling humidity and whining, stinging mosquitoes, Samara, a statuesque Nigerian with cheekbones like knife-blades, cajoled everyone to dance while she beat out the rhythm on an up-turned bucket. And there was Susie, an Australian locked up for being caught red-handed carrying hash for a man who’d promised her a ticket home, who often made them weep with laughter when she mimicked the posturings of the guards. Those quicksilver moments, when hope raised its weary head at the prospect of freedom, were all too easily overshadowed when harsh reality kicked in and the desire to curl up small and pray for death became the easier option.