Absolutely brilliant stuff, very entertaining read, 69 chapters and an epilogue spread over 496 compellingly written pages. This is Irish Folklore writ large as Greek Myth, melding a wonderfully imagined Fairytale populated by Old Gods, talking cows and Banshees with a modern day narrative about hilariously forlorn love-struck beer-soaked loons, the whole thing is written in purposefully purple prose which reeled me in from the start and never let go.
Typos on pages 27, 30, 212, 270 (misspelled Heaney!!!), and 287.