This is a pleasant story perhaps best read aloud, with the book in one hand and a pint of beer in the other.


An easygoing, nostalgic collection of tales inspired by the author’s past in rural Wales.

Fred Howells is a part-time gravedigger and retired coal miner for whom the only thing better than a pint of beer is two pints of beer. Typically, he bets on the horses and jokes with his fellow patrons while he downs one pint after another—for free whenever he can manage it. He’s “always trying to get something for nothing,” yet he still owes plenty. When the debt gets so delinquent that his wife, Annie, can’t even buy groceries, she leaves him in disgust, even taking the electric stove. So he heads to the next valley and hangs out at the Plough Inn, where owner Trefor Plough and others know him well and there’s plenty of draught beer and lively banter. Fred fits in well, as he knows “everything about everybody and nothing about anything at all,” and Trefor sometimes thinks “Fred was worth every drop of free beer he gave him.” There isn’t much plot to the yarn, but Fred and the others are likable fellows who enjoy playing practical jokes. The narrator describes scenes where much hilarity ensues, but most is of the you-had-to-be-there variety. For example, Fred accidentally knocks over a carefully arranged store display of chocolates, the angry store owner boots him and his pals out, and the chapter ends with “peals of laughter.” In a restaurant, he embarrasses a woman and her daughter and eats their dinners when they leave their table. “He can make food disappear like magic,” his son explains. The humor lies a bit flat on the page, but of course that’s in the eye of the beholder, so your smileage may vary. There are some good lines, as when Fred’s friend “could talk a glass eye to sleep.”

This is a pleasant story perhaps best read aloud, with the book in one hand and a pint of beer in the other.

Pub Date: March 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-78461-525-3

Page Count: 384

Publisher: Y Lolfa/Dufour

Review Posted Online: Jan. 21, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2019

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Unrelenting gloom relieved only occasionally by wrenching trauma; somehow, though, Hannah’s storytelling chops keep the...


Hannah’s sequel to Firefly Lane (2008) demonstrates that those who ignore family history are often condemned to repeat it.

When we last left Kate and Tully, the best friends portrayed in Firefly Lane, the friendship was on rocky ground. Now Kate has died of cancer, and Tully, whose once-stellar TV talk show career is in free fall, is wracked with guilt over her failure to be there for Kate until her very last days. Kate’s death has cemented the distrust between her husband, Johnny, and daughter Marah, who expresses her grief by cutting herself and dropping out of college to hang out with goth poet Paxton. Told mostly in flashbacks by Tully, Johnny, Marah and Tully’s long-estranged mother, Dorothy, aka Cloud, the story piles up disasters like the derailment of a high-speed train. Increasingly addicted to prescription sedatives and alcohol, Tully crashes her car and now hovers near death, attended by Kate’s spirit, as the other characters gather to see what their shortsightedness has wrought. We learn that Tully had tried to parent Marah after her father no longer could. Her hard-drinking decline was triggered by Johnny’s anger at her for keeping Marah and Paxton’s liaison secret. Johnny realizes that he only exacerbated Marah’s depression by uprooting the family from their Seattle home. Unexpectedly, Cloud, who rebuffed Tully’s every attempt to reconcile, also appears at her daughter’s bedside. Sixty-nine years old and finally sober, Cloud details for the first time the abusive childhood, complete with commitments to mental hospitals and electroshock treatments, that led to her life as a junkie lowlife and punching bag for trailer-trash men. Although powerful, Cloud’s largely peripheral story deflects focus away from the main conflict, as if Hannah was loath to tackle the intractable thicket in which she mired her main characters.

Unrelenting gloom relieved only occasionally by wrenching trauma; somehow, though, Hannah’s storytelling chops keep the pages turning even as readers begin to resent being drawn into this masochistic morass.

Pub Date: April 23, 2013

ISBN: 978-0-312-57721-6

Page Count: 416

Publisher: St. Martin's

Review Posted Online: Feb. 18, 2013

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2013

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Debut novel by hip-hop rap artist Sister Souljah, whose No Disrespect (1994), which mixes sexual history with political diatribe, is popular in schools country-wide. In its way, this is a tour de force of black English and underworld slang, as finely tuned to its heroine’s voice as Alice Walker’s The Color Purple. The subject matter, though, has a certain flashiness, like a black Godfather family saga, and the heroine’s eventual fall develops only glancingly from her character. Born to a 14-year-old mother during one of New York’s worst snowstorms, Winter Santiaga is the teenaged daughter of Ricky Santiaga, Brooklyn’s top drug dealer, who lives like an Arab prince and treats his wife and four daughters like a queen and her princesses. Winter lost her virginity at 12 and now focuses unwaveringly on varieties of adolescent self-indulgence: sex and sugar-daddies, clothes, and getting her own way. She uses school only as a stepping-stone for getting out of the house—after all, nobody’s paying her to go there. But if there’s no money in it, why go? Meanwhile, Daddy decides it’s time to move out of Brooklyn to truly fancy digs on Long Island, though this places him in the discomfiting position of not being absolutely hands-on with his dealers; and sure enough the rise of some young Turks leads to his arrest. Then he does something really stupid: he murders his wife’s two weak brothers in jail with him on Riker’s Island and gets two consecutive life sentences. Winter’s then on her own, especially with Bullet, who may have replaced her dad as top hood, though when she selfishly fails to help her pregnant buddy Simone, there’s worse—much worse—to come. Thinness aside: riveting stuff, with language so frank it curls your hair. (Author tour)

Pub Date: April 1, 1999

ISBN: 0-671-02578-3

Page Count: 320

Publisher: Pocket

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 1999

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