Whatever was coming seemed to be whipping the mist up into a thick white wave that rose higher and higher until it rolled right over me, leaving sparkling drops in my hair and down along the cables of my cardigan. I was watching the canal intently by then, waiting for a bow to cut through the mist, from the south I figured, but it was hard to be sure with the fog playing its usual tricks with sound. The story is told through the candid journals of four women who encounter a mysterious boatman in their journeys along the canals of England, especially the beautiful Shropshire Union Canal known by boaters and locals as "the Shroppie." The boatman speaks at times as though he stepped out of the distant past, and his identity may be as shrouded with mist as the canal itself, but for one of the women who venture aboard his traditional narrowboat the temptation of his love proves too great. The book is about many things, among them love and lust, but Phantom of the Shroppie is not a typical romance. Phantom of the Shroppie is a novel for those who love travel, history, romance and the notion that magic really can reside not just in the world around us, but within the human heart as well - even in those hearts so wearied by the track of life that hope has slipped away among the weeds.
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