'Tis

I read this unabridge book from cover to cover, after the great piece of work that was 'Angelas Ashes', I owed McCourt the benefit of the doubt.

But Jesus, Mary and Joseph this was monotamous tripe. I can sum the entirity of this book up in two sentances, which can be repeated 40,000 times for the length of it. "I was stupid and poor and my shoes were made of mud. Me mam didn't lo... read more