I’m aware of the fact that this is March and the Irish have absolutely taken over and inundated March. And that my obsession with Ireland ought to lead me to go into Irish overdrive aroundabout now. I’m also aware that for the Russian object of my affection, March is a time of pain and tragedy. But I’m posting Russiany stuff now and you will live. I actually have a couple of weeks grouped into themes in the Sugar challenge, and the Irish quartet is at present some two months from now. Anyway, here is this week’s topic book, which is fitting for both Irish and Russian things —
Week 10, A book that made you cry.
Anyway, that the man who wrote this is Irish, so there you go. I moved it up from where it was because I just addressed it last week and wanted to do all these together. And this turned out to be oh, so fitting, because not only did I cry through the last few chapters the first time I read it, but this time, I almost cried through the whole thing. This book hurts so very good. (Oh, and this review is spoilery. For the spoiler-free version, try here.)