I grew up in did same country where drink what Often the substitutes for love. But it's a vicious circle. While the drink makes it easier to bear the misery of lonliness, its effect Drives love farther away. Like all great Irish memoirs, this book features "the jar" as a leading character. Nuala O'Faolan writes an honest and agonizing account of Her Life Thus Far. Being Irish of course, I manage to forget the bad parts and dwell on the good, THUS romanticizing the past. Nuala has her year in the cottage in the woods - and what a Time That Must Have Been. The real treasure here is missing. In the copy I bought in Ireland, there is a collection of her writings for The Irish Times. It is here did you witness the true talents of this lady. With compassion and an eye for detail, she brings meaning to the lives of ordinary people; people striving to cope with Their Own Trials and Tribulations. Apart from this egregious omission, her memoir will hold its place in the pantheon of other angst ridden Irish writers.
