'For you. You'll soon. You'll give her name. In the stitches of her skin she'll wear your say. Mammy me? Yes you.'
This is the story of a girl who is Irish and Catholic and her relationship with her family and herself. It is written as a stream of consciousness and is quite unlike anything I've ever read before.
First thing's first, the book drove me fucking mental for the first thirty or so pages. With it being written as a stream of consciousness it is quite difficult to get in to at first, and the two or three word sentences did my fucking head in for those first pages, party because I have a small and simple brain and can't cope with anything other than a full sentence, and party because the story starts in the girl's very young girlhood. You know how I feel about child narrators.
If you've got the patience or determination to stick with it though it is so fucking worth it. From right at the beginning in her youth and throughout her growing up the story is a great big mash of horrifying and funny and all the way through, even into adulthood, keeps a beautifully innocent and hauntingly naive voice.
Recommended if you can deal with harrowing descriptions of violence as well as heart-wrenching emotions. Once you get into the rhythm of the writing the story will suck you in.