This is supposedly a modern classic which I happened to spot in the library one day. The story follows the titular Paddy Clarke, a ten-year-old boy as he grows up in Barrytown near Dublin.
Paddy dislikes his little brother for always hanging around with him and loves playing out with his friends, causing trouble. Much of the story is comprised of short sections of a few pages each detailing Paddy’s various scrapes, none of which seemed to particularly fit together except to form a picture of who this boy is and how he spends his time. At first I was quite disappointed by that but as the novel progresses it becomes clear that Paddy is growing up and his life is changing. His relationships with his friends and his brother develop in unexpected ways and he begins to pick up on the fact that all is not as he thinks in his parents’ relationship.
Although I enjoyed the book more towards the end, I still found it disappointing.