This novel blew my socks off. Or stunned me rigid. Or nearly made me cry but didn’t quite make me laugh. It certainly made me furious about the behaviour of at least one of the characters (little Joanne Henderson’s appalling grandmother) but not many others because the cleverness of this novel, told in very brief … Continue reading Mouthing, by Orla Mackey →
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