…Edna O’Brien (taking Ireland with her)
…Alice Munro (taking lonely girlhood and rural Canada with her)
Mother of god, I get chilly just thinking about her. 95 more words
Question: What’s worse than yer regular bog-standard chick lit?
Answer: Misery-gut-laden, woe-is-fucking-me Irish chick lit.
Andy and I have been doing this blog for eight years now. 1,039 more words
Although, to be honest, I’m not sure. Not sure why, anyway. Why I had such a grand old time with Edna.
I remember there being a Penguin edition of The Country Girls on display in the library at Maffra High School in the ’80s. 753 more words