Happy Monday all! I am looking forward to autumn, anyone else? 🍂 ☕️ ☕️ ☕️ ☕️ “It is the smell of a million mould-blossomed pages, of a thousand decaying bindings, of a universe of dead words.” ‘Himself’ Jess Kidd 1950. A teenage girl is brutally murdered in a forest. But, somehow, her baby survives. 1976. A mysterious and charming young man returns to the remote coastal village of Mulderrig, seeking answers about the mother who, it was said, had abandoned him on the steps of a Dublin orphanage. With the help of its oldest and most eccentric inhabitant, he will force the village to give up its ghosts. Nothing, not even the dead, can stay buried forever.