Helen Walsh’s life is falling
apart. She just lost her flat and has to
move back in with her parents. She has
no jobs on the horizon and she’s starting to feel awful again. Possibly returning to the hospital awful. Thinking that catching the plague or suffering
from spontaneous combustion would be a grand thing awful. However, not all is bad. Her boyfriend is wonderful. Her parents love her. Her doctor has given her new meds. And her ex-boyfriend has got a well-paying
job for her. As a private investigator she’s
looked for missing people before, but Wayne, the weird-one in Laddz, a boy-band
coming back for a reunion tour, is proving ready hard to find. Their first gig is in less than a week. Will Wayne reunite with Laddz soon enough to
learn his choreography?
This is an eye-opening look at the
inside of depression. Helen was
hospitalized after a suicide attempt, and she can see the warning signs now,
but is hoping to keep them at bay while giving her finances a much needed boost
with her new case. Helen is sympathetic
and fun despite all that is going on in her head. You empathize with her and also want to hang
out with her at the pub on a Saturday night.
It’s a humorously told tale, with serious undertones. A delightful listen.
I didn’t realize, until I was
writing this post, that this book is in the Walsh Sisters series. When I’m looking for a snarky fun Irish
listen (March sounds perfect) I will probably pick another entry in this series
to listen to and enjoy during my commute.
