I first read this book in 1976, when I was eleven, simply because the title happened to be my sisters birthday. However I was profoundly affected by it, and it helped give me a better understanding of the background to the seemly endless violence in Northern Ireland that was making daily headlines at that time.
For me it sparked a life long interest in Ireland and the Irish people. And as an adult, having had children of my own, I bought the book for them and found that they too found it thought provoking.
It's now a very old book, and the language is somewhat dated. However a good story will last the test of time, and this book is a good story which will leave you thinking about the futility of the troubles and the religious bigotry.