You know right from the outset that some tragic event has happened, although it takes some while for the nature of the event to become clear. To that extent I wanted to continue reading to find out more. On the other hand I found the first fifty or so pages of this novel very hard going. The writing style began to grate very early on - endless description, much of it banal and irrelevant, description heaped upon description. I just wanted to give it a shove and move on. There is certainly an authentic Irish voice here (I have Irish antecedents who lived not far from the location of the farm, and the turns of phrase were very familiar) but at times I felt this, too, was overdone. The themes revolve around town v country and inter-generational misunderstandings.
I did keep going and after about fifty pages, the story picked up, and the overly indulgent prose seemed to be reined in, although it did re-appear at intervals. In fairness there were some beautiful individual passages of prose. The overall effect, though, seemed to me to be self-consciously 'literary' . I found it rather odd that the narrative around the big dramatic events of the story was much more sparse and sketchy than the relentless detail applied to trivial things described earlier - they seemed almost glossed over. Having picked up the pace , and my interest, in the middle section of the book, I found the final thirty pages to be really disappointing - for me the story just seemed to lose steam and peter out.
This isn't a bad book, but it just 'missed' with me. The author shows promise so I would probably take a look at any future book releases.