The cottage sat at the edge of the lough. She could hear the wind and rain whipping across the expanse of open water: it hit the trees and muscled its way into the grass.
She began to wake early in the morning, even before the children. It was a house worth listening to. Odd sounds from the roof. She thought, at first, that it might be rats scuttling across the slate, but she soon discovered that it was the gulls flying overhead, dropping oysters on the roof to break the shells open. It happened mostly in the morning, sometimes at dusk.TransAtlantic
by Colum McCann
TransAtlantic by Colum McCann is my current audiobook, but I've also requested a print copy from the library. After the first thirty minutes, I'm enjoying both the writing and the narration in this Mann Booker nominee. It will be interesting to see how McCann will tie the various story lines together.
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