Family Secret: Distorted Images and the Long Way to Truth Book

This book was lying quietly on my Read shelf (the real ones, not these virtual ones) when my friend chanced to comment that she had never heard me talk of this book. It's not like I would have talked to her of all the books I have read! That's her funny logic. But then, I wondered: Have I read this book? Usually, I write a note to remind myself that I have. There was no telltale mark on this book. I couldn't find an account of it on Goodreads and Shelfari doesn't exist. Was it possible I just have had this book lying here for well over 15 years and I thought I have read it?

So, I did pick it up. Poetic. Arresting language. Haunting memories. Those are the best parts of the book I can come away with. The rest were just blurs - a strange combination of Irish lore, myth, religion, and characters I couldn't understand. Not the fault of the author or the writing. Just me, perhaps. At least, I can finally put this book back on the Read shelf now.