March | A Month of Irish Books
Welcome to March! As I’m sure you know St. Patrick’s day is on the 17th of March which means parades, shamrock shakes and permission to break lent for a day (Dairy Milk overdose). For a lot of people it’s an opportunity to throw back a Guinness or ten and get up to some shenanigans but me being me I’ll probably be at home with tea, books and as much Cadbury’s as I can cram into the kitchen cabinets.
I love Ireland and I love being Irish. I love this beautiful country, it’s eclectic and mostly comprehensible accents, riveting history and slightly bonkers folklore. So I will of course be celebrating my country and heritage this month but I’ll be doing it here, on my blog!
I’m dedicating March to reading books by Irish authors, books published in Ireland, books illustrated by Irish artists. If it has an Irish connection, I’m in. I’ve spent the last few weeks planning posts and filling my shelves with a very Irish TBR. I’ll even be reading some books written in Irish, which is going to be quite the challenge seeing as I’m about as rusty as you can get.
I’m really, sincerely excited to jump into March and have a very Irish, very bookish adventure!
To be perfectly honest, today I mostly watched Quantico (so good holy moly) in my pjs, feeling sorry for myself and eating cinnamon bagels. But eventually the need to read crept up and hey, readathons don’t last forever so I heaved myself out of my grumpy sofa butt groove and got to it.
Today I started reading One Hundred Names by Cecelia Ahern. I’ve adored her books ever since Where Rainbows End, which I think is called Love Rosie now, came out and found its way to my shelf. I read and reread until the pages flicked up happily at the corners and a couple too many pages had tea stains. When I was a teenager insomnia came to stay for a while and tinged life with a grisly grey filter, I was always exhausted and desperate for a break from feeling sad. Insomnia and depression make a pretty nasty cocktail. But after a while night became my favourite time. I would light a candle and snuggle down with a book, the sounds of Irish countryside and rain always brought a blankety comfy feeling and for those hours no one and nothing else could matter. I don’t know if it was the sugary pink covers or the charming characters that were always relatable no matter how different, but I always felt comforted by her books. If you ever find yourself awake and alone at 3am, light a candle and grab a Cecelia Ahern book.
Until today it had been a while since I’d spent time in one of her stories. I guess a gross, book snob part of my brain took over and I fell into the Gaiman or GTFO trap. Not that Gaiman isn’t a total genius, he is. But so is Cecelia Ahern, her writing is consistent but never stagnant and every book brings something completely new. I love that you never really know what to expect with her stories, it could be an old-school leave-you-weeping-on-the-bathroom-floor love story or it could turn into a fantasy story about a mysterious land full of lost socks. You just don’t know until you’re knee deep in emotions and on your fifth cup of tea.
So far I’m really enjoying One Hundred Voices, I’ve even forgiven it for making it me teary so early on. The little thrill of a story set in Ireland always makes my tummy feel warm and happy. The main character’s flat is beside the first apartment my girlfriend and I lived in together so every time Fairview is mentioned I feel a tiny glow inside!
So far I haven’t done as much reading as I usually do during readathons but my goal was to use the week to reconnect with authors, stories and books I used to love and today I was so glad I did. I cant wait to read more tomorrow!