Apparently, if you have anything to do with a cliff, you are facing extreme disaster. Lucinda Riley’s Irish background allowed the voices and dialect of the characters in “The Girl On The Cliff” to sound like authentic Irish people. The writing easily transported me to the Irish cliffs, where I could feel the breeze and smell the sea air. But these elements were not enough to salvage the ridiculous plot and boring interactions between characters. Grania Ryan fled to her childhood home on the cliffs of Ireland, abandoning her husband to live with her mother after suffering a recent miscarriage. The death of an actual child would have been more in line with the despair she felt, which is unnaturally high. After meeting a girl on the cliff, Grania suddenly finds herself hired as the girl’s nanny for a month. The book also flashed back to WWII where the author focused on another relationship between a woman and the young girl she watches. The dialogue was dull and halfway through the book not much had happened, particularly nothing that made me want to keep reading. If I had been on the cliff with this girl, I would have pushed her off.