The children arrive, are happy to be there, and the cousins are happy to have them. It's going to be a good summer. But in the background, little niggles are aired by Annie and suddenly she's not quite as nice as she seems. Or perhaps she is just human, airing the kind of thoughts we all harbour but never let out. Several things happen that summer: the pony attempts to throw off the trap; Annie sees in the children the fact that they lie (but then, all children lie - she just finds that hard to come to terms with); and you get to learn some family secrets. Reading this was like sitting in the garden on a sunny day, and just as you think it will last forever a cloud covers the sun and you get a feeling of trepidation and you hope the cloud will move on.
Every book Sebastian Barry has written is different. Every one readable, and this one - well, this one is like reading poetry. Told in the first person by Annie herself, and told in the present time it might take take a while to get used to, but it really is worth the read.