Review: Ireland, a Novel by Frank Delaney

What the Producers say:
One evening in 1951, an itinerant storyteller arrives unannounced at a house in the Irish countryside. In exchange for a bed and a warm meal, he invites his hosts and their neighbors to join him by the wintry fireside, and begins to tell formative stories of Ireland's history.
Ronan, a 9-year-old boy, grows so entranced by the storytelling that, when the old man leaves abruptly under mysterious circumstances, the boy devotes himself to finding him again. Ronan's search for the Storyteller becomes both a journey of self-discovery, long unspoken family secrets, and an immersion into the sometimes conflicting histories of his native land
.…Ireland is the beautifully told story,,, rings with the truth of a writer passionate about his country and in full command of his craft.

My Turn Two Paws Up (aw heck put all four of them up and roll around in catnip! This book is GREAT)

If you crave the art of fine storytelling, this book is the holy grail. Delaney deftly weaves a delicate yet complex storywith such ease, it was like watching a master magician. I never knew where the story was going but I couldn’t take my eyes from it.
Often, when an author narrates his own work, it’s bad news; the reading is usually a monotone singsong that makes it a hard listen. Not so with this book. I could almost see the author wink at me with smiling eyes saying, "Now that’s how ‘tis done, Darlin’ "