Red, white and blue bunting hung across the streets. On the outskirts of Antrim there were already houses where Union Jacks and Ulster flags were hanging out for the Twelfth of July, even though it was only mid June. Touching the scar quickly, so that no one ever realised that she was doing it, restored a sense of reality, a sense of who she was, in a way that looking at her own reflection could not. When she was six, shed run into a hay baler and cut her head so badly that shed had to go to the hospital for stitches and it had left a faint mark which had remained with her for the rest of her life. she put her finger up to her brow to touch a tiny invisible scar at her hairline. It was grey water it was a mad wind it was a solid stone house where the silence was uncanny. It was birds in flight it was columns of midges like smoke in a summer dusk. Home was a huge sky it was flat fields of poor land fringed with hawthorn and alder. A full copy of the novel is also available in RICORSO Library > Authors > Classics - as attached. The following extracts have been made as aids in teaching the novel in ENG508C2 at University of Ulster during April 2008.
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