'It is 1968. Paddy Clarke is ten years old, breathless with discovery. He reads with a child's voraciousness, collecting facts the way adults collect grey hairs and
parking tickets. Doyle captures the speech patterns of childhood brilliantly, the weird logic of the incessant questions, the non-sequiturs and wonderments... Like
all great comic writers, Roddy Doyle has become an explorer of the deepest places of the heart, of love and pain and loss.This is one of the most compelling novels I've read in ages, a triumph of style and perception'
JOSEPH O'CONNOR, IRISH TIMES

Truthful, hilarious, painfully sad'
TOM SHONE, SPECTATOR

'A superb recreation of a childhood'
DERMOT BOLGER

'Gloriously triumphant...confirms Doyle as the best novelist of his generation'
NICK HORNBY, LITERARY REVIEW