'Tis Reviews

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 love me, America is confusing, I'm so, so Irish". No other points were made in this bible length book. It is no more than the inane ravings of a mad man. I know I wont be popular in this opinion.

I also felt that the childish style of writing was concerning and out of place in the memoirs of his later life, what I thought was a stylistic approach to mirror his childhood, seemed actually to be a genuinely flawed and restricted method of storytelling.