What’s becoming of What Becomes Of Us

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Right, let’s be honest: this is a my trumpet and I’m going to blow it. Just this once. What Becomes Of Us has been on the shelves for a month.  This picture was taken in Dubray Books, Grafton Street, where I got to demo the exclusive robotic head #bookface version.

Let the trumpet-blowing commence…

“This impressive debut marks the writer out as a talent able to tell a complex story with intelligence and humour.” (Sunday Times)

‘The novel shines with intelligence and emotional insight’ (Eilis Ni Dhuibhne)

“A thoughtful, poignant and insightful novel … there’s a hint of Binchy in McKervey’s ability to tell a complex, entertaining story with intelligence and wit” (Irish Times)

“A beautifully written account of a time when women, still subjugated, were determined to fight for their rights. It’s also a story of friendship, neighbourliness, what family really means, and where it can be found … All of the characters are superbly drawn” (Irish Examiner)

“An impressive debut … There is plenty to admire and contemplate in this enjoyable portrait of Ireland’s many-layered past” (Sunday Business Post)

“An assured debut” (RTE Guide)

“Have just finished this book. I could not put it down. I found it gripping and very moving. I was particularly impressed with the account of climbing Nelson’s Pillar having done it myself when I was eleven!” (Amazon review by Gloria Carter) 

 

(And now, off to finish the next one…)

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5 thoughts on “What’s becoming of What Becomes Of Us

  1. Henrietta, let’s just say for the average newspaper reader and radio listener like me, your name has come up quite a bit – keep it coming = all good. Mary x

  2. I agree occasional trumpet blowing is appropriate. I am always reminded of Oscar Wilde’s motto: “there is no point in being modest If no one knows about it”

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  3. I think I was wrong in attributing that quote to O Wilde. It is from G K Chesterton!. But you probable already spotted my mistake
    Dad

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