The Islandman by Tomás O’Crohan
While I was wildly excited for The Last September for my Irish Literature class, I barely even noticed The Islandman until it came time to sit down and read the thing. I’ll be totally honest; I kept confusing it with other books, since the various Oxford Paperbacks of Irish Literature all look more or less the same. They’ve all got turquoise maps, a single photo, and green and red accents. (The image above is one of the only ones I could find in a large enough size.) As time wound down to the due date of the book, I holed myself up on the third floor of my school library (which is the floor with the mysterious tiny doors!) and polished it off without napping. Well, without a lot of napping.