Since nobody's bitten it in the last twenty or so pages of Angela's Ashes, I am deeming this book safe reading after page 100. This Frank McCourt, now he has me in stitches. I went from tears to convulsive laughter last night, and that's what I call true writing talent.
Only thing is, (and Lede Me On might understand), I'm starting to talk like the feckin' Oirish! In my head voice and out loud.
This morning: "Ah, Jaysus, yer nappy's fulla shite!"
and:
"Take those knickers off yer head, lassie! Jaysus, Mary and Holy Saint Joseph, is it ye want to drive me to an early grave?"
Yaknowwhottameyan?
Och, och, och.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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4 comments:
LOL! I love talking funny!
Maybe if I try the accent it will be harder for my daughter to pick up on the swear words.
Now you should read 'Tis. If I remember right it is more of the funny, and less of the tears.
I loved that book. My mother would look at me funny that I was in tears laughing at such a depressing book.
I also read the follow up book, 'Tis. Also the same tragic/comic mix.
But the best one is his brother Malachy's book, A monk swimming. Just hilarious.
I love the image of you talking all fake Irish-like while changing a poopy diaper.
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