I requested this book after reading Angela's Ashes. This one was not nearly as good as Angela's Ashes. It was still a bittersweet memoir of growing up poor on the streets of NYC in the 50's as an Irish Catholic Immigrant.
Dennis Smith mixes humor in the face of adversity with moving insight as he tells what it was like to be young, Irish, Catholic, and poor. It is a tale in which the presence of Dennis' courageous mother, Mary, is never far off, and the mystery of what has happened to Dennis' father underlies all. As Dennis ages from seven to twenty-five, we see him learn life's indelible lessons.