Regina McBride

3.5 We first meet the author when she is in a psychiatric ward, grief stricken, unable to stop crying, after the death of both her parents within five months of each other. It is the manner of their death that also preys on mind, her religious beliefs that intrude and the ghosts of those now gone that cause her fright. are they real and if so what do they want?

Beautifully written, short pages or paragraphs, almost prose style, haunting and effective. her present life as she tries to move forward, her two younger sisters and the responsibility she feels towards them but is not able to live up to. Alternating between present and past, in the past we share in her memories good and bad. Her disintegrating home life, her very unlikable nanna and we get glimpses of how things ended up the way they did.

poignant, moving but although I was unable to look away , admired the gorgeous writing, I never really felt this in my heart. Glimpses were just not enough. Still a very interesting read, I loved her descriptions of the places she visited in Ireland, and loved that she never stopped trying, just wish I had felt more of a connection.

ARC from Netgalley.… (mais)

"Les pères ne comptent pas. Ils passent à l'écart de la vie de leurs enfants." Ce livre démontre évidemment le contraire, autour d'une jeune fille, perdue entre deux mondes, celui des maisons et celui des roulottes qui cohabitent mais ne se mélangent pas. Dans une Irlande qui parait coupée du monde et du temps qui passe. Où les voitures doublent des roulottes tirées par des chevaux. Où les mythes anciens sont finalement ce qui relient ces deux populations. Clodagh cherche son chemin de vie.… (mais)