The first book I read written by Maeve Binchy was The Glass Lake. I loved it. I loved the way she describes places, people and events. There is such suaveness in her writing, such beauty, that I was drawn to it irremediably. Ever since this first book, I read others by her, not all of them, cause I do not want them to finish. I love knowing that there are still books by her I did not read and I look at them lovingly in my library enjoying the thought that there are still books to read, when the time comes.