Challenge prompt: A book with a great first line.
Disclaimer: I read this book as part of a blog tour run by the publisher, Penguin Ireland. This has in no way impacted my opinion of the book, nor the outcome of this review.
Three brothers are at the funeral. One lies in the coffin.
Will, Brian and Luke grow up competing for their mother’s unequal love. As men, the competition continues – for status, money, fame, women …
I set up my own Bookstagram account to keep my book habits away from my family and friends, and it’s (very) slowly starting to grow legs, thank you Instagram algorithm.
There are some places I go to instantly for inspiration, and to lust over their shelves. Funnily enough, the majority of them are Antipodean. You’d swear I live my life with one foot on a plane to Australia.
One day, my own little spot could turn out like one of these. Until then, I’ll just keep lusting.
(Psst – if you want to follow me too, that’s cool.)
Like quite a lot of readers, I am an unashamed fan of fiction. I lose myself for hours in my latest reads, discovering new worlds and becoming acquainted with new characters. Or, at least I would, if my phone didn’t keep distracting me.
While I love fiction, there’s also a lot of love in my heart for non-fiction. There’s something special about reading people’s lives and stories that makes the book so lovely to read. There’s so many wonderful non-fiction books I’ve read that I love sharing with people.
There are a couple of obvious indicators that books run your life. If you’ve done any of these things, you might have the same affliction.
Challenge prompt: A book written by an author in their 20s.
A contemporary and gorgeous memoir of adoption from Vietnam to Kerry, the love of her small family and the power of the Irish language to overcome loss, racism and online trolls.
In 2013, Úna-Minh Kavanagh was spat upon and racially abused in Dublin’s city centre, an incident that was widely shared in the media and online. In the days that followed, Úna-Minh had only one niggling regret: that she had not responded in her first language, Irish.