REVIEW- Young Skins by Colin Barrett


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“So much of friendship is merely that: the saying nothing in place of something.”

Colin Barrett, Young Skins (2013)

Colin Barrett’s understanding of human interaction knows when to make itself known. The writer himself certainly knows how to pack a punch. Young Skins is his debut short story collection, consisting of seven separate stories set in the fictional Irish town Glanbeigh. It’s a place where the same families have lived (and failed to leave) for generations. A sense of static, of stagnation transcends the collection. These are individuals who have rarely travelled outside their own county, whose minds never wander further than the bustling hub of Dublin but who, despite their shared struggle to untangle themselves from the confines of their lives, are each wonderfully different. I had a particularly softness for Bat in Stand Your Skin because although he is physically intimidating, he has a tenderness that the more delicately-formed lack. Hiding away from the town on his roof, drinking cans of beer he felt real, and I felt sorry for him. Continue reading “REVIEW- Young Skins by Colin Barrett”

REVIEW: The Clasp by Sloane Crosley


DSC_1057For the briefest moments, his greatest fear in life was that a butterfly would get caught in the spokes of his bike.”

Sloane Crosley, The Clasp, (2015)

There are a lot of different themes at play in Sloane Crosley’s The Clasp, but I think for me the most compelling was the idea of letting go of the things that are holding you back, especially if they are things you want badly.

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REVIEW: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath


DSC_1061when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right almost diagonally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them away

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

Picking a favourite line from The Bell Jar was almost impossible, because I had literally pages of them. I’m not usually one to mark up my books. I keep them in pristine condition, or at least as pristine as can be expected. But I had to keep track of the lines that caught my attention because they were just too good not to be documented.

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