When I first ordered "The Raggy Boy Trilogy," I thought I was getting another moody "Angela's Ashes" kind of thing. Then I began reading it. Somewhere in the first ten or twenty pages, I heard myself laughing out loud at a totally unexpected line. It happened again a dozen pages later. And then routinely throughout the rest of the book--but at irregular intervals so that you never knew when it was coming next.
"The Raggy Boy Trilogy" IS a serious memoir, but the author's tongue is so firmly entrenched in his cheek that you're always comforted by the fact that, even in the direst of circumstances, this is a kid who knows how to take care of himself. It's virtually a textbook on the art of understatement. I LOVE this guy!