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The Way Home
Three people, four the basic recipe for family life. Down the road in Oil Street there are no walls, just wheels, and a fierce sense of belonging that has nothing to do with place. Two ways of yards apart and yet worlds apart. A friendship between the sons forces both families to look beyond the walls that divide them.
96 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2007
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December 10, 2021
3.5, rounded down
Although this domestic drama gets points for its portrayal of Irish Travellers as more than just con artists, it treads a fairly familiar and pedestrian path otherwise. It always goes pretty much exactly where you anticipate it going.
Although this domestic drama gets points for its portrayal of Irish Travellers as more than just con artists, it treads a fairly familiar and pedestrian path otherwise. It always goes pretty much exactly where you anticipate it going.
August 20, 2011
p. 78
FELIX. Me and Win stayed with Eileen for a bit once. When she got hers. The walls were too thick. Felt like I was in a cement box. I lay in bed at night waitin' to hear the rain on the roof but it never come. S' a terribly lonely sound that, nighttime in a house. Four walls an' lookin' at nothin', only plenty o' bad luck when yer get up. They have prisons fer that sort o' feelin.
FELIX. Me and Win stayed with Eileen for a bit once. When she got hers. The walls were too thick. Felt like I was in a cement box. I lay in bed at night waitin' to hear the rain on the roof but it never come. S' a terribly lonely sound that, nighttime in a house. Four walls an' lookin' at nothin', only plenty o' bad luck when yer get up. They have prisons fer that sort o' feelin.
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