This was a book that seemed to be the book to read when I was studying for my A-levels. I’m getting around to reading it about 15 years later! It’s the memoir of Frank McCourt and his childhood in 1930’s/40’s Limerick, Ireland. Not an easy read at all.
What was
hard was hearing how hard the conditions were for the poor in Ireland. The way
it’s described makes you think it should be something out of Dickens rather
than less than a hundred years ago. Like I say it’s a hard memoir to read as
Frank’s father is an alcoholic and struggles to hold down a job, which ultimately
affects the family.
It may not
be easy to read but it did give some insight into what life was like in Limerick
during the war. And there were tears from me too – life was so hard and it made
me realise how much I take for granted. So, a thought provoking read but I’m
not sure I could read it again, in places it was a little on the explicit side.
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