Author(s): Polly Devlin
Where we grew up was as much a place of the mind as a place in itself, and like the children in the fairy story we dropped a secret marking-trail or wound an invisible thread so that we could always find our way back . . . I always wanted my childhood to be like the wood I buried along the shore so that it would remain, petrifying, enduring, while I hurried ahead to find out how to live it . . . One of seven siblings born after the Second World War, Polly Devlin grew up Catholic in Northern Ireland. In this acclaimed memoir, she celebrates her childhood, describing intense bonds between sisters; the eerily beautiful landscape of Lough Neagh; and the local legends that came to be as real to her as her own family history.