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The Borough Press
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First published in 2015 by Liberties Press
Copyright © Caitriona Lally 2015
Cover design by Holly Macdonald © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018
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Book design by Fritz Metsch
Illustrations by Karen Vaughan
Caitriona Lally asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008324407
Ebook Edition © SEPTEMBER 2018 ISBN: 9780008324414
Version: 2018-09-25
‘Inventive, funny and, ultimately, moving’
Guardian
‘Full of action and humour as its beguiling narrator takes her surreal jaunts around the capital in search of a portal to another world … The black comedy gives the book a jaunty quality that complements the dazzling trip around Dublin’
The Irish Times
‘Delightfully quirky … Vivian’s voice alone is enough to keep us reading, charmed by her unique brand of manic, word-hoarding wit’
Irish Independent
‘The book’s style calls to mind The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. Engaging and humorous’
The Dublin Inquirer
‘This urban fairy tale delivers something that is both subtle and profound in its examination of the human soul. Magically delicious’
Kirkus
‘Highly original, Lally has a unique voice as a writer’
Sunday Independent
‘A whimsical jaunt through Dublin and a modern take on many old Irish folktakes … Humorous, charming, and original’
Booklist
‘Eggshells expresses a Joycean sense of the ordinary. A brilliantly realised first-person narrative … a memorable debut’
Totally Dublin
‘Caitriona Lally has created a character of almost maddening originality’
Wales Arts Review
‘A highly impressive debut … a touching account of difference, showing how life must feel for somebody who cannot conform’
Books Ireland
Sometimes the fairies fancy mortals, and carry them away into their own country, leaving instead some sickly fairy child … Most commonly they steal children. If you “over look a child,” that is look on it with envy, the fairies have it in their power. Many things can be done to find out if a child’s a changeling, but there is one infallible thing—lay it on the fire … Then if it be a changeling it will rush up the chimney with a cry …
—W. B. YEATS
Contents
Copyright
Praise for Eggshells
Epigraph
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
About the Author
About the Publisher
WHEN I RETURN to my great-aunt’s house with her ashes, the air feels uncertain, as if it doesn’t know how to deal with me. My great-aunt died three weeks ago, but there is still a faint waft of her in every room—of lavender cologne mixed with soiled underthings. I close the front door and look around the house with fresh eyes, the eyes of a new owner. My great-aunt kept chairs the way some people keep cats. There are chairs in every room, in the hall, on the wide step at the bottom of the stairs and on the landing. The four chairs on the landing are lined up like chairs in a waiting