Feelgood Sunday

It's the perfect day for me out on the balcony: warm but not hot, and distictly cloudy. No true Italian worth their salt would be seen dead sunbathing under such inauspicious skies, but for me, with my fair English complexion, this weather is perfect.

So all I needed now was a "feelgood Sunday morning read" and what I chose was not exactly "feelgood" although I can really empathise with the protagonist, Helen Walsh, at times, and in parts the writing is so startlingly ironic that you really do have to laugh out loud, an expression Helen would probably put on her shovel list ( a list of things or people she hates so much she'd hit them with a shovel.).

This novel though is so much more. It propels us smack into the middle of post credit crunch Ireland, and without rubbing your nose in it really communicates the reality of living in this world of failed mortgage payments, maxed out credit cards and house repossession. Then, of course, there is the storyline too... It is, in fact, a detective story as well of the most outlandish, whilst at the same time down to earth type. Intrigued? Well, I was and I can tell you that I wasn't disappointed.