Love and tragedy in claustrophobic 70s Ireland, set against a present-day coming-of-age story that is also about uncovering the previous generation's secret.
This is Aoife Mannix's debut novel and she writes with a fresh and genuine voice that seems to come from the inside of the world she portrays - a world of stifling small-town mores, of trapped teenagers desperate to escape, and of men and women whose lives are weighed down by the secrets they've ended up dragging along with them for years. This is a story about what else was going on in Ireland in the 70s whilst The Troubles were grabbing most of the headlines - a family story that touches on all the universal stuff about parents and children, and how they can never understand - or even stand - each other, but one rooted in the very distinctive setting of 70s southern Ireland. There are plenty of skeletons in everybody's family closet, but luckily not all of us are hemmed in on all sides by nuns with an axe to grind. Whether the book's main hero (or anti-hero) would have behaved the same way if he and his inamorata had grown up somewhere they'd had enough room to breathe is another question, as is whether you decide to forgive him or not. Aisling, his niece, and the next generation of young Irish rebel, wins hands down as my favourite character in the book. It's great classic melodrama, that would make a fantastic film - and it's also the sort of book that makes you want to ring your parents/brother/sister as soon as you've put it down.