A review by feelsnotbrains
The Green Road by Anne Enright

4.0

This book made me cry on the Central Line to Ealing Broadway, on the N199 bus to Bermondsey, in Bar Termini on Old Compton Street. This book made me want to call my mother midway through Rosaleen's chapter, made me want to run away to New York, made me miss my family in Roscommon, Ireland, made me feel the bitter wind of an Atlantic gale. I'm not trying to sound pretentious (although I'm certain that's how this sounds so far), I just can't express with great articulation how powerful this book tugged at emotions. You will leave this book longing profoundly for family who are just around the corner or at the end of a telephone call.