Tatty by Christine Dwyer Hickey

I really liked this book. The writing was simple and straight-forward but wonderful. Dwyer Hickey makes Tatty, the character, come alive, and gives her a voice of her
own. A voice that is childlike, but also one that hints at the damage beneath her youth.

The book tells the story of Tatty’s dysfunctional family, her indifferent and occasionally violent parents, both with drink problems.

And that is what makes this a hard book to summarise and review. The narration is slightly strange, almost first person from Tatty’s perspective, but not quite an “;I”narrator. It almost reminded me of Jeffrey Eugenides’s The Virgin Suicides, but that book left me cold and I didn’t finish it, where as this one pulls you in to the story and into Tatty’s life.