The Thorn Birds is a robust, romantic saga of a singular family, the Clearys. It begins in the early part of this century, when Paddy Cleary moves his wife, Fiona, and their seven children to Drogheda, the vast Australian sheep station owned by his autocratic and childless older sister; and it ends more than half a century later, when the only survivor of the third generation, the brilliant actress Justine O’Neill, sets a course of life and love halfway around the world from her roots.
The central figures in this enthralling story are the indomitable Meggie, the only Cleary daughter, and the one man she truly loves, the stunningly handsome and ambitious priest Ralph de Bricassart. Ralph’s course moves him a long way indeed, from a remote Outback parish to the halls of the Vatican; and Meggie’s except for a brief and miserable marriage elsewhere, is fixed to the Drogheda that is part of her bones – but distance does not dim their feelings though it shapes their lives. (from Goodreads)
My mother lent this one to me (today’s her birthday!). It was a book she bought for herself, but since she had already read it some years ago, she gave it to me first, thinking I might like it. This was 2 years ago, I think it’s about time to give it back 😅 I’m glad she gave it to me, because I don’t think I would have chosen to read it on my own. I can’t say, however, that it’s a book that will live with me for the rest of my life, or that I could consider it one of my favorites, or one of the best books I’ve read, but I don’t regret reading it, it was interesting enough and not at all dull, and it’s nice to read something out of my comfort zone from time to time.
One of the impressions it gave me was that it was quite… melodramatic, I’d say, but I’m not sure that is the right term either. It gave me soap-opera vibes, but like… and old-timey soap-opera, nothing exactly ridiculously over-dramatic or over-acted, but there’s a lot of tragedy and harshness and struggles and pain around every corner. I was a bit creeped out by the main love story, for the age difference and the clear interest father Ralph paid on Meggie from a very young age, but that feeling sort of faded throughout the book in a way I can’t really explain or pinpoint. I also feel that some of the supporting characters were left a bit too much to the side, but… now that I think about it, that’s sort of the point of the development of things at the end and how things are left at Drogheda but, I don’t know, I wish the author would have done something else for them instead of sort of turning them into indistinguishable characters.
Overall I liked it, it was an enjoyable reading, a good book for a solid summer vacation, just long enough as to be expected for a novel that covers several generations, but not exceedingly dragging. I don’t see myself reading it again, at least not for a very long time.