I have always loved Maeve Binchy's stories; she's such a marvelous storyteller. This book, set in a small Irish country village, follows a group of school children, from childhood through to parenthood. Their lives are entertwined, like many in small towns, but each of their stories hold secrets. The book was set from the 50's and ended in the 70's, and gives a good picture of life at that time in rural Ireland. The school that had seen generations of children walk through its doors, to carve their names on the giant beech it sat under, had stories to tell of its own, if it could only talk. Each chapter focused on one of the characters, and the tale was told from his/her perspective. This will be a reread for me.