Rosewater and Soda Bread: A Novel
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“Mehran’s novel delights the senses on every page. The story pulses with life as three Iranian sisters struggle to make sense of matters of the heart and the spirit.”
–Elizabeth Cox, author of The Slow Moon
More than a year has passed since Marjan, Bahar, and Layla, the beautiful Iranian Aminpour sisters, sought refuge in the quaint Irish town of Ballinacroagh. Opening the beguiling Babylon Café, they charmed the locals with their warm hearts and delectable Persian cuisine, bringing a saffron-scented spice to the once-sleepy village.
But when a young woman with a dark secret literally washes up on Clew Bay Beach, the sisters’ world is once again turned upside down. With pale skin and webbed hands, the girl is otherworldly, but her wounds tell a more earthly (and graver) story–one that sends the strict Catholic town into an uproar. The Aminpours rally around the newcomer, but each sister must also contend with her own transformation–Marjan tests her feelings for love with a dashing writer, Bahar takes on a new spiritual commitment with the help of Father Mahoney, and Layla matures into a young woman when she and her boyfriend, Malachy, step up their hot and heavy relationship.
Filled with mouthwatering recipes and enchanting details of life in Ireland, Rosewater and Soda Bread is infused with a lyrical warmth that radiates from the Aminpour family and their big-hearted Italian landlady, Estelle, to the whole of Ballinacroagh–and the world beyond.
Praise for Marsha Mehran’s Pomegranate Soup
“A mouthwatering tale with flavors of Chocolat and Under the Tuscan Sun . . . sinfully sweet and satisfying.”
“Glorious, daring, and delightful, filled with humor, hope, and possibility.”
–Adriana Trigiani, author of the Big Stone Gap novels
“An enchanting tale of love, family, and renewal.”
–Firoozeh Dumas, author of Laughing Without an Accent
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Day Dance Committee, the amplifier was one of Father Mahoney's most treasured possessions. He hardly gave a sermon nowadays without the accompaniment of his Ari 3000. “Gather around, everyone. Don't be shy. That's it.” Father Mahoney beckoned the crowd toward the semicircle of chairs. “This lad here won't bite,” he said, patting one of the bushel legs. “But I'd keep away from that goat, if I were you!” The crowd tittered and turned their attentions to Godot and his owner. As a likely response,
the Cat narrowed his already puckered eyes and let out a loud and voluminous belch. Father Mahoney shrugged emphatically. “Fine cider you've got there, Conor. I think the Cat's approval speaks for us all.” From under the tent, Conor Jennings could be seen raising a pint of the appley alcohol, pleased as punch. He turned to Mar-jan and gave her a big thumbs-up. It had been Marjan who had suggested he use cardamom and nutmeg instead of cloves in his home brewing experiment, a combination that had
around Ballinacroagh. He's probably looking to own it all again.” “Honestly, why do you always look at the dark side of things first?” “What do you mean, ‘dark side’?” Bahar said, looking thoroughly offended. “Why am I suddenly the bad guy?” Marjan sighed. “I didn't mean it that way.” Bahar stared at her. “Look, forget I said it. It's just that sometimes you have to give people a chance. They might surprise you with their goodness.” Bahar snorted. “I don't know what fairy tale you're coming
brushed over his hair, ruffling it attractively. “Ah. A Persian girl.” Marjan nodded. Julian chuckled. “That's all there is to know, isn't there? Fall in love with a Persian girl, and you'll never be the same?” His lips twitched with amusement. “I didn't mean that,” Marjan started. “I just meant—” “I know, I know …” He reached over and touched her hand. A ripple of pleasure ran up Marjan's arm. “I just wanted to see your reaction.” “Oh.” Marjan blushed. She sipped some more wine to steady
more minutes and another rain will come. Let's go! Andiamo! MM: But where are we going? ED: To the center, Marsha. To my garden, where you will see the peace I am saying to you. To the Divine. We will walk and walk until we feel it shine in us. Come! MM: (drains her tea and gets up, smiling) Can't wait, Estelle. Thought you would never ask. READING GROUP QUESTIONS AND TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION Dervla and her circle have opinions on everyone and everything in the town. What purpose do they