The joy of the Summer exams is that my workload eases and I suddenly have a lot more time to read. It is glorious. I’ve finished five books of varying scale in fewer days, the first of which is SKIPPY DIESby Paul Murray.

Skippy loves the girl in the school next door; said girl may or may not have something to do with the resident psychopath Carl; Skippy’s obese roommate and child-genius Ruprecht is obsessed with the highly abstract and possibly reality bending M-theory; their school – which is not at all a particular and real school in Blackrock – is in the middle of a separation of Church and State; and Skippy has to go and make everything that bit more complicated by dying in the opening lines of the book.

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