And another reread from my mother's library. I've read Eureka Street several times and always loved it. This time I read it as a part of Ireland related reading-spree. Since I moved to the UK I was saying I should learn more about The Troubles, as the only thing I remember is vague mentions of IRA on …
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The book is a story of Nell who throughout her life had to fight for herself. She gets married to escape her parents tight control. She tries to find her happiness by being a good wife and mother, but it doesn't seem to work for her. Her husband is very possessive and controlling and abuses …
I do not know the truth, or I do not know how to tell the truth. All I have is stories, night thoughts, the sudden conviction that uncertainty spawns. All I have are ravings, more like. She loved him! I say. She must have loved him! I wait for the kind of sense that dawn makes, when …
This book starts with an emotional earthquake and from then on keeps the tension all the way to the end. Veronica Hegarty has to tell her mother that her brother, Liam, is dead. Veronica is shocked and grieving herself and now she has to inflict this news on her mother, but at the same time …
were we so blind to the world teetering on he edge that we never straightened up from what we were doing to consider things more clearly or have we lost completely that brute instinct for catastrophe, that sensitivity now buried too deep beneath reason and manners to register but which, once upon a time, was …
I have to admit I was afraid of this book. It is over 200 pages of a single sentence, so there was a chance it would be like a bad artistic European movie, so focused on its super-artistic (aka pretentious) form that there's not much content left and the whole thing becomes a painful struggle. …
I did not start with Mr Banville on the best of terms. My first book of his was The Book of Evidence, which I admired a lot from literary and craft standpoint, but which failed to move and completely engage me. because of that I was on one hand curious of The Sea, and on the …
