Sheridan's '44' is a book in which I recognised so many aspects of typical Dublin family life, including my own, that it actually cannot help but evoke an emotional response in any reader who allows themselves to freedom to do so. The depiction of the emotional strong mother, the linch-pin of the traditional Irish family and the cornerstone of what is essentially a very matriarchial society, was one I recognised and applauded. Sheridan's account of how the relationship between his father developed and matured as he grew into manhood was again so close to the bone, it touched marrow. His honesty and frankness as well as his natural ability to recall and verbalise daily Dublin life makes this an essential addition to any 'Irish-literature', 'non-fiction', 'personal development' or any other category of book collection you care to mention. Whether you're from D4 or Donnycarney, Dublin or Detroit, '44' will make you smile, laugh, nod and, dare an Irish man say it, cry. If the purpose of literature is to engage the reader, then Sheridan has found a formula so attractive, he'll be turning suitors away in droves. Take my advice, but it.