paddy clarke ha ha ha-roddy doyle
this week’s book was Paddy Clarke ha ha ha of Roddy Doyle.it wasn’t, actually, one of the books that has been sitting around my bookshelf for ages.I coincided this book a couple of weeks ago,it’s one of the books of vintage’s booker series edition.the story evolves around a 10 year old Irish boy Paddy back in 60’s,the entertaining part is he is the narrator and while reading you have a chance to go back to those naive moments of childhood.it is amazing to see the author capturing those childhood memories so fresh and he is reflecting them in his narration brilliantly.throughout the book from a 10 years olds’ eye one can go back to different childhood memories of joy and sometimes bitterness, in this case of parental feud and their effects on him.the book also reminded me a lot of Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes that i read quite sometime ago.for the ones who would like to go back in time of their childhood memories for a mixture of feelings of joy,sadness, innocence and cruelty paddy clarke ha ha ha is i think a good choice.
before i move on to my next book here is a quote from the book,
It’s not Adidas. It’s Ad-dee-das.
-It’s not. It’s Adidas.
-It isn’t. It’s eee.
-i.
-eee.
-i.
-Spa-face; it’s eeeeeee.
- i i i i i i.
None of us had Adidas football boots. We were all getting them for Christmas. I wanted the ones with the screw-on studs. I put that in my letter to Santy but I didn’t believe in him. I only wrote to him because my ma told me to, because Sinbad was writing to him. Sinbad wanted a sleigh. Ma was helping him to write his letter. Mine was finished. It was in the envelope but she wouldn’t let me lick the flap yet because Sinbad’s letter had to go in as well. It wasn’t fair. I wanted an envelope of my own.
