Slow going

I'm really having trouble getting into this book. I think partly because I can't find the time to really enjoy reading. I only seem to think, "Oh crap! I haven't read yet!" Anyway, enough of my whining.

Tim finished his day with Liam traveling around the countryside and listening to stories of the Irish people. For Tim, this was not unusual. As a Reverend in the Episcopal Church, he was accustomed to people telling their live adventures. He found that it help him make a better connection. Liam spoke of his father, a lover of books, his stepdaughter Bella, a traditional Irish fiddle player, and his dear wife Anna of whom he was "mad for."
When they arrived back at the inn, Tim found his Cynthia still in their room. She had been sketching, something she loved to do and was quite good at it. Cynthia was an author of a children book series and she did much of her own illustrations. She had also found a large journal in a small library that had been kept by a local doctor in the mid 1800's. Both a lover of books, she read to him the history of the land come to life. They then snuggled for a nap to recover from jet lag.
That evening they enjoyed fresh fish caught by some men who were also guests at the Inn. They visited with them and a small group of ladies who had been friends for decades and loved to travel together.  It was a grand time with the innkeepers and their daughter as hosts. Serving figs and homemade ice cream with lemon verbana sauce or rhubard tart for dessert, everyone raved about the fine food.
Tim and Cynthia decided to call it a night. She arrived at the room first. Tim had turned around to go back downstairs for something. Her heard her scream, not once but twice! There was an intruder in their room and he had fled out the window. Tim ran back to the room, Liam following not far behind then quickly calling the authorities. Finally ending the day at about one in the morning, the house finally fell asleep.