A Star Called Henry.
I can't help it. Irish Literature just draaaaaws me in. James Joyce, Frank McCourt, Roddy Doyle, I'm definitely getting somewhere with this. ;)
So, A Star Called Henry, is a book about a child/boy/teenager/man named Henry. He is the eldest child in his family, though not the first-born. Being from an Irish family in the turn of the 20th century living in the slums of Dublin, he would have had loads of brothers and sisters, usually more than half of them dead, and maybe even many more his mother never knew about.
His Dad was a bouncer for a brothel, and a kind of...assassin, with a wooden leg. Can you guess what his weapon was? :) Funk-ay. I'm not actually finished with the book yet, but I've read "Paddy Clarke, Ha Ha Ha", also by Roddy Doyle. :D It was quite a nice take on the Irish Childhood, finally, someone's Irish childhood that wasn't completely miserable.
So far the saddest bit I've read in A Star Called Henry, is when his brother Victor dies. He's been Victor's guardian since he was born, and they've gone everywhere together. One day, they wake up in the street, Victor coughs and then dies. :( It's so SAD. The worst bit, is that he doesn't cry or anything, he just walks away.
So far the saddest bit I've read in A Star Called Henry, is when his brother Victor dies. He's been Victor's guardian since he was born, and they've gone everywhere together. One day, they wake up in the street, Victor coughs and then dies. :( It's so SAD. The worst bit, is that he doesn't cry or anything, he just walks away.
